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Always Picked Last

A blue team and red team stare at a sad child who is always picked last.

Racing, thudding, pumping beat
Banging in my chest
Sure that I am so the worst
Surrounded by the best

No one even looks at me
Hunched, I hang my head
Wishing to be rescued
by the blue team or the red

Confidence has left me too
Sitting by myself
A faulty toy that no one wants
Alone upon a shelf

Dusty floor is cold and hard
Hall so wide and bare
Putting on my see-through mask
Pretending I don't care

Slouching, I stand up and sigh
Class all stare and moan
Teacher glares at Captain Red
His team all huff and groan

Feeling dumb, embarrassed too
Who I’ve grown to be
Every Tuesday after lunch
When we do P.E

Used to be my favourite once
I used to change so fast
Before I learned how bad I was
Always picked last

©2009 Mark Bird

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