EvieC

I wish you could understand how I felt,

When a comment was made about me, or a joke…

When I wanted to feel praised for doing something I loved…

When I would feel exhausted after a long day.

I race, breathing heavily with each passing moment.
Ready to cross that finish line, showing them I can do it…
But, of course, life mocks me again- as I trip in the dirt my legs scrapped raw,
It hurts so bad but I must keep going. 

The sun was cold, shining through the winter air and onto the glistening snow.
I cold air circled all around me,
It was cold, but nice.
The small snowflakes started to fall down,
as they did they fell into my silky brown hair,