Nov 13, 2008 22:38
i'm in the pitcher's box.
i can feel the tension.
the crowd is undecided.
the pitcher is fierce,
COLD HEARTED.
i make no eye contact.
i swing with everything i've got.
with all my heart and soul.
swing.
miss.
strike one.
MOM.
the crowd boo's and yells.
this time, i meet his gaze slightly.
swing.
miss.
strike two.
DAD.
i've got nothing left.
i can barely hold my bat.
my eyes lower below his gaze.
swing.
miss.
strike three.
YOU.
i'm out.