Team Player Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Team Player



I worshipped you.
I followed you about
to copy every move.
But I felt doomed to fail
- worse, lose myself
and be consumed.
I studied harder
just to find you out.
I'm never good enough.
You make me sick.
I thought I had no choice
but to compete
and if I beat you,
would I feel complete?
Your friendly banter
was your cruelest trick.
No, I don't want
to be with you,
but BE you,
not as partner, brother,
lover, son,
but hero.
Must I either grab a gun
and kill myself
or kill you
to feel free?
As envy, pride or lust
soon burns a blush,
Your bonding rivalry
aroused this crush.

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