The Game I Miss

Wed, 03/20/2013 - 19:25 -- QuinnM

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64119
United States
39° 12' 5.7456" N, 94° 31' 53.4108" W

My whole life I’ve played the game
Now my talent has come to a halt
I wonder why, maybe my coach is insane

I have to keep telling myself I’m not lame,
But that doesn’t cover up what’s my fault,
There are no people to blame

But allowing myself to take part in the game
I’m trying to keep my emotions locked in a vault,
But at times it is hard to refrain

Now I have a sense of shame
Knowing that he made me think it was my fault
All I could do was declaim

I cannot even say his name,
When I think of the assault
My mind puts me in pain

I won’t let him affect my sane
Now my mood shall exult
He won’t be putting me in pain
Now that I control the game.
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