Sir Y

I wait on the sidelines, counting on

my fingers for every time I'm discarded.

But, I'm playing the game, and I'm

waiting for the right time.

I feel like I'm stuck in a nightmare,

the faster you run the slower you get,

"oh Niall, you were good, but you're

just not enough"

So I walked all night long in the dark

just to end up back here, only

to feel like nobody; a bench filler with

a gym bag and locker to prove my

uselessness.

"A round of applause,

for the great Sir Y."

Now my people are the discredited and

"forgotten" - the ones who greet not being

wanted as an old friend, the underdogs who

see everything.

I'm one of them, and that's okay.