Social All-Star Baseball Game
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.
Hard to believe that life can be boiled down
To the brass tacks of childhood habits
One word came to mind: games
People loved to play them as a way to win
Getting what they want no matter what the cost was
Psychologically manipulating competition to bend
In the direction that they were expected to do so
Unfair to make such serious matters so trivial
Was the truth regardless of the protests and outcome
Some born to lead through lies and manipulation
While others dragged their heels as they followed along
Slaves to the will of their masters and not their partners
Decided to break those invisible bonds of control
Reclaiming the power lost after the noose
Began to tighten and all rational thought left the room
Figured a game of my own to help drive home message
Taking no prisoners and will be designing the conclusion
Initially resistant to sink to another uncomfortable level
Knew what the limits were and always prepared to stop
Turned this chapter into the nation's favorite pastime: Baseball
No balls and bats were used; everything metaphorical
Leaving misconceptions and romantic comedy troupes at the door
Be prepared for some harsh rules, folks.
This umpire meant business in the game
No exceptions or credits for good behavior given
Three strikes and you're out no matter what
One false term of endearment away from a shut-out inning
Under false assumption that goodwill can be earned
After so much turmoil and drama from previous chapters
Slowly coming to the realization that the past
Will never die out entirely and trust never returned
Once it was broken, all respect vanished completely
Ready to get beyond those ancient feelings and memories
Saying goodbye to the person I once loved
As well as the girl I used to be
Not interesting in reigniting non-existent sparks
Moving onto greener pastures with better quality firewood
Game over.