The hardest part of getting out of bed in the morning?
Knowing that I’m going to have to look at myself in the mirror.
My brain tries sending me a warning,
“Don’t let yourself endure this terror.

I can’t go a day without a morning run,
Because how can people see me if I don’t look my best?
I try to pretend that it is somewhat fun,
But I know, deep in my heart, I would prefer rest.

However, there are people who keep me grounded,
And remind be that there is more to life,
Than to be pounded,
By my own insecurities and strife,
So I’ll try my best to love myself,
And, when I wake up in the morning, try to leave my sorrows on the shelf.