The Best of Me

Kickball

I watched as the air grew thicker

Everyone breathes it in.

Minds get agitated quicker

Starting to call the others names.

Somebody misses the ball

Though she had her eye upon it.

Then she gets yelled at for its fall:

"Why did you not catch the ball?

"You can't catch a ball

"When it's right in front of your face!"

At least she tried

The common, quiet thought

Unlike you, the one who disgrace

And then the game moves on

The opponent running bases.

One stops on mine and looks into my eyes

This isn't fun she places

The words into the air

Though only my ears caught it.

Then the ball is hit across the field

And the negativity with it.

At last, the girl began to complain

The same one who had started this

"I am so sore from running," she whines.

"Who else wants to pitch?"

No one moves, but the girl on third

Running to the pitcher's flat

Like a sweet puppy dog

Fetching after a bouncy ball.

I got you she says, being oh-so-kind

I want to pitch

But still the girl continued to whine

"Are you SURE?" she taunted

"I don't think you can do this?

"Can you?"

Just give her the ball!

I voice everyone's thoughts.

Let's just play the game!

The girl posed in an attitude pose

Her voice, so full of venom.

"Did you not just see me hand it to her?"

But I don't back down

Great! Good job! You gave her the ball!

No please, move on with your life.

She looked the first base man

(where I stand)

"WHO ARE YOU!?!?!?!?!?"

She screams and shouts

Before storming away to her

Outfield place

And quiets herself

To a gossip pace.

I silently grin

As she fusses and grumbles

Now she tries to hurt me

But now others won't tumble.

I'm the Invisible Poet

I say to myself.

No wonder you crumbled

As you looked at me.