Maybe it’s my fault

 maybe I led you to believe it was easy, when it wasn’t, maybe I made you think that my highlights started at the finish line and not in the gym, maybe I made you think every race I won was easy, that my speed was built on flash and not fire, maybe it’s my fault that you didn’t see that failure gave me strength, that my pain was my motivation, maybe I made you believe that being fast was a God-given gift and not something I worked for each and every single day of my life, maybe I destroyed the sport or maybe, I’m just making excuses