Monday, March 16, 2009

For Him

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.

2 comments:

  1. Does anyone know how to make it not extra spacing between lines?

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  2. You 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.

    Aren'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.

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