At first it was a simple little joke,
Then my teacher came and saw the glove,
The look he gave set my mind up in smoke,
My gain of trouble like I lost a love.
I walked up to the pinboard up at front,
It felt like I was walking to my death,
End of my perfectness, to be blunt,
My legend was reduced to a mere myth.
Then I thought that I could do a great job,
Be the one that I had strived long to be,
And instead of becoming just a snob,
I could learn to simply be "just me."
Now I view it as a simple test,
Since then, I've tried to be the very best.
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