reminder of the past

the anger of the past always haunts me. to see the coach for the hundrendth time tell me i did something wrong. to see the dissappointed face that drepresses the idea of something good. and for once i found something i love but the past still gets in the way. i played baseball till the spring of my senior year just to find that someone decided i wasnt good enough. and if i could go back i would have just not give a day for the sport.