Being known as that well-rounded player,
Sacrificing my body for every ball.
I thought I worked hard enough,
But I guess not at all.
Reassured with the talent I have,
I was told that I would be “first pick off the bench”.
Inside hurting, knowing I had another chance,
I sat down quietly, not giving a second glance.
Being the only senior with rare playing time,
There was I with a difficult climb.
I began to believe and work hard as every practice came,
Here I am, starting at tonight’s volleyball game.
Helping out a team-mate, while she is out today,
Showing them the potential I have in order to play.
Listed as 5’4” utility playing outside hitter,
Doing what I love best is by far better than being a quitter.
As we sit down, taking off my things, there he claims
“I’m proud to say, you had a hell of a game.”
Being confident in every single match
That’s what made me feel attached.
Now that senior day is here,
I began to tear.
Hearing my family on the side,
I felt that I let my family down.
Playing with pride,
For the last 5 points I frowned.