Horse not forever

Inside the mind of a race horse:

Make it stop it hurts,
hitting me with your whip does not make me go faster,
next thing you know my leg will be in plaster.

My insides are bleeding, my outsides sting, but it’s like nobody cares, it feels like my life is not mine.

They have the remote and I’m the TV and that’s the only way anyone sees me.

I have no energy but I must go on or else the slaughter is where I’m moving on.

I wait in suspense as I’m lining up in my lane,
They put this mask that constrains me, all I feel is pain
My legs feel like jelly, I can hardly breathe.
Now the race has began,
I recite the plan run run.

I get slapped in the leg and whipped in the thigh, it’s as painful as a punch in the eye.

At last the race is over, but once again my insides are bleeding my outsides sting, but nobody cares, and little did they know that that would be the last time I ever raced again.

I served well to that evil man but now a new journey begins while heaven awaits.

Was it really worth it?