a wrestlers body
we have to be slender and sleek
flexible and opposite of weak
its one of the hardest sports
people make fun
until they get out on that mat
and get made a fool of
wrestling is hard
we sweat
we bleed
we all suffer day after day
not eating
running and working
sweating
feeling sick to our stomachs
people dont understand
they think its stupid
but that feeling when the reff raises your hand
were not the same
im glad its all over but yet i regret
not taking the advatage the club
now when i come back ill be fat and slow
i put on weight snese the season
i cant help it
its no the same
im gonna start working and jogging
gotta lose this weight
freshman sophmore J.V. varsity
its all up to me
how hard i work how much i care
i varsity is where i want to be at
but who will know its all up to me
i chose my fate noone else
got to get my wrestlers body
and then it will show
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