Mediocracy

In a gymnasium with 40 others, I sit in a corner alone. 40 girls are loved by everyone- I am favoured by none. I see the cheerleaders tumble The freshmen dancers dance. Next year it'll start all over again. The eighth graders won't be a given a chance. I wish I could say I would give in, not be an example as they. If dance weren't so important to me I'd refuse to be on this team. Why did I try so hard last year? I wasn't worried about dance, Acceptance (or lack thereof) plagued my mind The only person who noticed any of my effort was me. I strained and worked to achieve the most, Just to fit in-to be one of them. I guess it was useless. Sometimes people just can't prevail, can't get it all right. Of the 28 dance teamers in the room, I'm the one not needed. Among tens of girls who think they try to be their most, Not many of them are bleeding.  I cry tears of pearls, but pearls can be of too many. The blood I shed is shed in silence. And numbers of times I have cried are plentiful. The many moments of sheer joy, they're not worth the torments I suffered. All my work to be the best, was worth every cent of it's cost. The best I suppose I could have been Was just slightly short of perfect. At least I achieved mediocracy, once more, the aches and pains weren't worth anything more, but none less.This doesn't flow well, in my opinion. What do you think? Also, does this make sense? Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 10:07 AM PST   18 • 0 • 9