Hurdles
I run my fastest,
go my farthest,
but once I get to that hurdle,
I stop.
It hurts that I have this habit,
because I know that I can run hurdles.
Funny that hurdles are my hurdle in life.
It has come to the point that I hate hurdles.
I despise to even look at them.
My self esteem has been crushed,
thanks to these hurdles.
But when I think about it,
when I think long and hard,
I realize that I have a small love for hurdles.
That is because I can boast and say,
"Look at me! I run hurdles!"
Hurdles are an enigma.
I hate them,
but I love them.
Maybe it's because I am a child,
who doesn't know how to make up my mind.
but hurdles are mind-boggling things to me.
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