Not a day passes that I don’t
dread
seeing you. I
don’t
look forward to talking to you. It
infuriates
me, just thinking about the things you say. You are
disrespectful. You are
unfair. You are
biased.
“Did everyone see how Katie just did?
That’s how you
lose.”
Tears well in my closed eyes,
blocking out the rest of your
hurtful
speech. “That’s what happens when you
don’t practice hard enough.”
Standing up, leaving the room.
Finished with this.
Who cares if I’m not as dedicated? I
don’t
want to spend time with you.
No one
agrees with you anyways. I’m not
bitter,
I’m just standing up for myself.
I triumph, you
don’t
acknowledge it. I
deserve the gratification, don’t I? I work
So Hard, yet you
ignore
my success, highlight my
weaknesses.
You are the Worst Coach Ever.
Does anyone know how to make it not extra spacing between lines?
ReplyDeleteYou might have had it on double space- if you were typing on the word program you have the computer set to add a line after every time you push enter. I think you click on paragraph and there is a scroll down to change the setting.
ReplyDeleteAren't you in taekwondo? You should beat the coach up. Just kidding, that could be bad.
Good poem though-lots of emotion that the reader can relate to.