I was talking to my uncle about joining the wrestling team again my junior year. He sarcastically agreed before saying, "You're so lazy I doubt you'll join again. You already quit." I said I was going to do it, but he just brushed it off.
If only he knew.
If only he knew how much that sport ruined my life.
How much that dreaded thief ruined it.
Ruined me.
I want to tell someone else beside my shrink.
I want to reach out and tell my family-to tell anyone, someone...someone who will listen...someone who will let me cry it out...I want my uncle to know the real reason why I quit. I want them all to know why I quit, but I can't..
I freeze up when talking about it, so I keep my mouth shut and my head down, to avoid any conversation at all..
I wish coach knew why I really quit...I wish my family knew why...everything was getting so good..and then that had to happen..
I wish I could tell them, but I can't. Because I'm scared to. I wish I could speak up-I wish it never happened.
All this time I wanted to stay pure...
All this time I wanted to stay pure.
But now I'm tainted and useless.
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Inside the Quiet Ones Mind
PoetryI've decided to start posting my poetry and such sooo uh...here goes nothing? For those lonely peeps out there, this is for y'all lol I feel your pain :')
