I knew it.
I knew it all along.
But I kept my faith in it.
But the truth comes out somehow.

I knew it.
I knew it all along.
I wasn't meant for it.
Yet you didn't tell me what's wrong.

I knew it.
I knew it all along.
And now that I know.
I feel ashamed of myself.

Is this what a team is called?
Not telling the truth to team mates.
I hate you now.
I hate it now even more.

I kept believing that I was good.
But I was good for nothing.
I didn't want to run at first.
But you insisted upon it.

I want to quit.
I want to quit it all.
I suck at this.
Yes, my confessions.

But you should have told me first.
Before I found out the ugly truth.

Note to self: I hate running.
It wasn't in my blood.
I wasn't the sporty type.
Yet I'm engaged myself in it.
Because my interests got me in.
Now, I regret it.

I'm sorry Track & Field team.
I guess this is the end.



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