I feel like a softball net
Nobody knows how my frame is supposed to go
So they build it up
Then decide it’s not right
They tear me down again
I’m a softball net held to my frame by my friends
But each friend that holds me is fragile
Like an over used rubber band
Their hooks scar me deeply
Friends come and move around
Some break and fall
A piece of me now gone from my frame
While others grow stronger
Hooks digging deeper
While I continue to fall and be refastened
Something else is thrown at me
Drama
Big, small, fast, slow, friends, home, school
They’re the softball that hit my net
Each new drama rips my net just a bit
Or knocks another piece loose
On and on the cycle goes
Frame changing
Net ripping
Hooks digging in and falling out
Rubber bands snapping
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
I feel like a softball net
Nobody knows how my frame is supposed to go
So they build it up
Then decide it’s not right
They tear me down again
I’m a softball net held to my frame by my friends
But each friend that holds me is fragile
Like an over used rubber band
Their hooks scar me deeply
Friends come and move around
Some break and fall
A piece of me now gone from my frame
While others grow stronger
Hooks digging deeper
While I continue to fall and be refastened
Something else is thrown at me
Drama
Big, small, fast, slow, friends, home, school
They’re the softball that hit my net
Each new drama rips my net just a bit
Or knocks another piece loose
On and on the cycle goes
Frame changing
Net ripping
Hooks digging in and falling out
Rubber bands snapping
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