It Will Never Be Mine.

I knew as soon as he said it

let's see who gets it

it wasn't a fight

I was ready to give up

just like always

I'm not very good at try-outs

everyone is always much better than me

so much better

and I start to shake

I can't control it

and my breathing gets weird

so I said it, she can have it

she had it anyway

no matter how hard I try

she would have still got it

so what was the point

there was none. 

that's why I can't look at her now

it hurts 

it hurts that when we fought 

in the past

she was right

Trumpet is her thing

and it will never be mine.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

This poem could really apply to anything, and I think that's why I liked it so much. One could take it literally and apply it to things like school play try outs, or maybe job positions, but one could also take a more abstract view to it, such as one obtaining love or happiness and being jealous of the other's success in such an area. The open ended feel of this poem is homey, yet sad, and that's what makes it such a gem. Excellent work!