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Basketball <3
December 26, 2011
I'm in the stands,
or on the bench.
They clap their hands,
My teeth do clentch.
I try not to cry,
When he hands me the stats.
I just sigh,
and do as he asks.
My physical game,
hurt me mentally.
I had to much fame,
and this is my penalty.
I now have no one,
To turn to for help.
There is no where to run,
No voice for a yelp.
I walk with this pain,
Not in my knee.
But a new kind of pain,
That is only for me.
It shows on my face,
No other part.
Its in this space,
In place of my heart.
© Kaley D., Sebring, OH
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