I play- why?
Not as good
Can't catch up
The last pick
"You screwed up,
You sit out."
More bench time
So much stress
Anxiety
In my head,
Me and I
Much pressure
Lots of tears
"You are good!"
Shake my head
I see through.
You could quit
I will not
Never quit,
I push through.
I suffer,
I stay strong.
YOU ARE READING
Translation
PoetryThere are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter...
