My Body

I do this because of emotions

Emotions that matter more than food

Emotions that matter more than my state of breathing 

So much damn anger

Anger over you

You

You

And then me, with the realization 

I'm forced to catch my breath

So I need to run and not come back

But I continue running in place on this machine

Not to gain control

But to be good at something

To be great at something

When I cause this much pain, anger, loss of strength, loss of control, loss of morals, and fear to

Me and my body

The failure I face is numbing and makes me forget it all again until 

I'm back sweating from it all.