This...This...Race Poem by Born Frustrated

What do u mean I cant quit the race...
I sick of running at this pace....
why is everyone one oppsed with grace...

Why cant you see its killing me inside..
I'd rather hide....
How sad would you be if this runner died...

but that would be just what you want, but you cant crush my might...
infact ill fly higher than a kite...
if you try to h0ld me down, ill kick, punch, thrash or even bite...

How about i turnned around and run the other way...
if others get worried its fine, ill be okay...
I am Strong...
your the one thats wrong..

I AM ME! !
everyone can see...
Im not anyone else...

I cant be changed...
or disanged..
IN ANYWAY!
and for the hundredth time...
IM NOT GAY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !