I'm always seen as this idiot jock. I'm seen as a jerk who's stuck in his ways.
The way people see me, is wrong though.
You see I'll put on this "mask" if you will in the morning. The one that smiles and says everything is okay.
The thing is, I'm actually shattered inside because my coach isn't giving me hardly any play time or any recognition. My coach only appreciates his friends' kids, the ones who shouldn't even be playing.
I'm good, but he doesn't like me, and I've worked so hard. I have debateably put the most blood, and sweat, and tears, and time, and effort into this sport, and I am debateably the best at what I do, but coach still yells at me after every game.
He keeps telling me what I've done wrong. Which is okay, in fact I think its beneficial, until that's the only thing he does. When he criticizes you for doing your absolute best. When in his eyes nothing I've done is right. The 3 scores I got before the end of the game letting us win mean absolutely nothing. Being in the top 10 in the state means nothing.
I can't make anyone proud and it's breaking me inside. I used to love to play that sport with all my heart, but now, I only play it in the yard with my siblings or watch it on the weekends... I can't ever make the team, or anyone else for that matter, proud. I try my hardest though.
I know not everyone will like me in life either. I learned that a long time ago. What I wish people would understand is that people can change. People do change. I know the things people say behind my back, I get why they say it too. They only see the surface though. They haven't met the changed me. They haven't met the broken me. Very few have...
-That one guy used to be on the one sportsball team
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I'm Not Who You Think I am
Teen FictionThose kids you see in the hallway every day have their own story. They aren't really the fake people you think of them as. There's more to them than being funny. They have a past too. They have struggles, just like you and I. They are the same as yo...
