On the inside

I wait, and wait. There’s no changes,

to the lineup or the field.

Not even for two hours.

Not even for a minute.

Will I ever play? Is this because of my ankle?

That’s ridiculous.

Why can’t I play? Is it because I mess up a lot at practice?

That’s even more ridiculous.

I’d protect the ball with my life.

So let me play.

I promise I won’t cry on the inside anymore.

 

The End

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