Shouts, pounds,
Squeaking trainers,
And once again I'm just one,
Of a team of failures.
My name is called,
I hear too late,
Whip round my head,
But take the full weight.
Glasses fly off,
I fall to the floor,
Dazed and out of breath,
And a demoralizing score.
The world becomes blurred,
And nothing is clear,
Except the laughter,
The accusatory jeers.
This is my reward,
For trying my best?
Well in that case enjoy your three man team,
Because I need a rest.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
Shouts, pounds,
Squeaking trainers,
And once again I'm just one,
Of a team of failures.
My name is called,
I hear too late,
Whip round my head,
But take the full weight.
Glasses fly off,
I fall to the floor,
Dazed and out of breath,
And a demoralizing score.
The world becomes blurred,
And nothing is clear,
Except the laughter,
The accusatory jeers.
This is my reward,
For trying my best?
Well in that case enjoy your three man team,
Because I need a rest.
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