I dropped the ball
We could have won it
The team's first trophy
In fifty-eight years
It's a funny feeling
How much I was pitied
The coach didn't yell
He just gave a sad smile
My dad shook his head
My mom patted my back
My sister wouldn't look at me
But nobody was angry
With me
Except for me
Because through my failure
I didn't just fail my mentors
I had failed myself
And that's what hurts the most
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