Yeah.. It's hard.. It's good I can explain myself in poems.


Football Game

Go, go, team, go!
They cheer
We are your foe!
It's like they say
The fans erupt in clapping
The drumming in my ears gets loud
It's horrible to listen to, like rapping
And I want to boo, but it's not aloud
I sit and look around in the stands
And everyone is watching them
Then I look on the field and see the bands
Walking around in glory, while I'm at the hem
These are the times when its a popular event
And I'm sitting there, feeling alone
My heart sinking and feeling bent
For now, my popularity, I will postpone.