Just Me

From the time I was little,
I knew I was great
because the people would tell me,
"you'll make it - just wait."
But they never did tell me,
how great I would be
if I ever played someone,
who was greater than me...

When I am in the backyard,
I am king with the ball.
To swish all those baskets,
is no sweat at all.
But all of a sudden,
there is a man in my face
who doesn't seem to realize,
that I am the King of this place...

So the pressure gets to me,
I rush with the ball.
My passes to teammates
could go through the wall.
My jumpers not falling,
my dribbles not sure
My hand is not steady,
my eye is not pure...

The fault is my teammates-
they don't understand,
the fault is my coaches
what a terrible plan.
The fault is the call
by that blind referee
But the fault is not mine,
I am the greatest you see...

Then finally it hit me,
when I started to see
that the face in the mirror
looked exactly like me.
It wasn't my teammates
who were dropping the ball
and it wasn't my coach
shooting bricks at the wall...

That face in the mirror
that was always so great
had some room for improvement
instead of just hate.
So I stopped blaming others
and I started to grow
my play got much better
and it started to show...

And all of my teammates
didn't seem quite so bad,
I learned to depend on
the good friends I had.
Now I like myself better,
since I started to see
that I was lousy being great,
I am much better being me...

Dwij Kabra's picture

I am a student at Podar International School, Jalna, India. I love to write poems.

Last updated August 19, 2016