The room keeps spinning
And I'm stuck in a whirlwind.
I feel a fire burning inside me
And it's not of passion...
It's of anger.
Anger towards that one person who destroyed
My swim coach.
I snarl at the thought of his name.
For years, I worked hard to be a swim captain.
Seven years in fact.
I thought I was a shoe in for the spot.
I guess that shoe fit the wrong
I persevered, held a positive attitude, and
Gave it all
As a senior, I was shocked my coach believed
A person less motivated,
Is worthy of the spot as team captain.
I feel as though most people won't understand
The pain I feel.
The let down.
But I really wanted this...
I've cried and cried
As much as a waterfall.
The tears wash over me,
Like the water rushing over my face,
Every time I jump in that pool
Perhaps when you believe you
Deserve so much and lose it,
All you can do is cry.