I can feel their stares
They say nothing,
But I can tell.
They’re disappointed
Disappointed in me
Because I’m useless
When it comes to soccer
I can’t kick
I can’t guard the goal
It just slips past me every time
I feel terrible
I’m sorry
I start crying,
Clawing at my wrist
Apologizing over and over
I can’t help it.
I’m sorry