Why? I ask. Why me? What have I ever done to hurt you? What have I done to deserve this? You constantly push me, insult me, and press me to my max, until I break. For years upon years I have carried you. You say, �Do it better,� �Go faster,� and �Go farther,� but in turn, you make me sick!! I pain and ache during the night because of you, hoping against hope that I get a good nights rest. I wish that you feed me properly to keep me strong. For I know that when I succeed, you succeed; and when you succeed, we succeed. But where do we draw the line? This is not some game! You press, I press; you go, I go; you win, I win it for you! But where is my credit. You wear your medals, and ribbons, and wave and flaunt them so high, but what do I get? If anything, more punishment! So I ask you: When will I get the credit? HAVE YOU NO RESPECT?
One day we will grow old together. While I grow weaker, you will prosper. While I wither away, you will flourish! If you die, then I will surely die. So this is the end of this letter. You may just put it into your pocket and forget about it, but I will always be there to remind you. You may hide it in a drawer somewhere, but I will always bring you back to it. You may go on with your life, being as happy as can be, taking credit for others� work. But I will be there the whole time with you. You will have this guilt in your heart forever. So I hope that this brings light to you. I hope that you turn from your ways. But through it all, you can know one thing: I will never fail you.
Sincerely,
Your Legs