Fighting To Understand

Going up and up,
My legs hurt like hell,
But these lips won't tell,
They keep secrets very well.

These stairs are so high,
I'm climbing, or maybe trying,
To get there, are you timing?
I feel the inside burning, dying.

This thing isn't easy,
I wish you would try and see,
How confusing it is to be me.

Made by Nicole Belcastro