damn softball

you get your numbers, you form your possy, you're leaving me in the dust. This game we used to play together as a team, working as one, is now just a joke to you is this correct? Not as good, you've moved on to bigger and better and move closer and closer to new friends, old friends, but not me, never me. Was I just somebody to stand next to in line? Someone to sit with on the bus? But now you're playing a real sport and silly little track is nothing to you. I doubt you will ever do it again, unless its something to get you ready for your real sport. Well what you now mock you used to love. You used to get frustrated, and try harder, and harder, and harder, but that was just a silly game to you now. You don't need me when you have someone that you can make into whatever you want them to be. My best friend? Who cares, pull her away like a piece of lunch meat because you can make her what you want. Why you try so desperately to prove to me that she truly is your best friend is flabbergasting. And where am I on this food chain? Just someone to associate you with her, a piece of clay waiting to be molded. Well that's what you think but she's formed more than you know and you cant change who she is. I hate how you push me aside like im nothing. I hate how you push my sport aside like its nothing, its not just a silly little game, not to me at least. It's something I take pride in. And I dont think you understand. It's aas much a sport as yours. Stop pretending it isnt. As if. You make me so angry and I wish you didn't make the team. Then you'd come crawling back to me and your silly little game with sighs of relief. But you made the team. Fuck you.