There’s a me that pressurizes herself to win in football.
There’s a me that breaks down in the first 5 minutes of a match.
There’s a me that wants to give up.
This version of me is slowly taking over me.
I don’t want it to even exist.
The person I want to be doesn’t exist yet.
The person I want to be continues to play through out a match.
The person I want to be fills in all her maths at school.
The person I want to be will get enough sleep at nights.
But my current self-can’t think.
2 replies on “Pressure.”
This poem is amazing Lexie, you put your emotions into your poems and it makes it even better.
Great poem Lexie you really are an outstanding poet and a great footballer.