It’s like I’m running and I’m running; but not getting anywhere.
I know he is right behind me because I can feel the weight of his stare.

My legs feel tired and heavy, my heart like it’s about to pop!
But I have to keep on running! For I’ll be finished if I stop.

The sweat trickles down my brow, falling onto burning cheeks.
There’s a ringing in my ears and it gets louder with every beat.

As my...