by Kayla Kral

Created on: June 28, 2007

They were my team.
Or, so it would seem.
Or maybe in my dreams,
That team which seemed
In my eyes, mean.
They were not a team

On which their shoulders
I could not lean.
My happiness and confidence
Both seemed to be gone.
It seemed so long
Before it dawned-

This team did not want me
I did not want them either.
Each and every day
My hate for them grew deeper.

They probably know this poem
Is about them, but-
What's now is now,
What's then was then.
But then again

For me, what was then is now
A repeat of last time
I will not allow

No more team
The team, which was mean
Will only seize to me
To be a constant memory

Live and learn
Is what they say
But this time next year
I will have found a place to stay
And they, my new team
Will want me to play.

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