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Array ( [sid] => 8327 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Just Me [time] => 2002-12-10 04:30:00 [hometext] => You need to understand that you are who you are and that can never change for the worst. [bodytext] => From the time I was little, I knew I was great
'cause the people would tell me, "You'll make-it just wait."
But they never did tell me how great I would be
if I ever played someone who was greater than me.

When I'm in the back yard, I'm princess with the ball
To swish all those baskets in no sweat at all.
But all of a sudden there's a man in my face
who doesn't seem to realize that I'm the princess of this place.

So the pressure gets to me; I rush with the ball.
My passes to teammates could go through the wall.
My jumpers not falling, my dribbles not sure.
My hand is not steady, my eye is not pure.

The fault is my teammates-they don't understand.
The fault is my coaches-what a terrible plan.
The fault is the call by that blind referee.
But the fault is not mine; I'm the greatest, you see.

Then finally it hit me when I started to see
that the face in the mirror looked exactly like me.
It wasn't my teammates who were dropping the ball,
and it wasn't my coach shooting bricks at the wall.

That face in the mirror that was always so great
had some room for improvement instead of just hate.
So I stopped blaming others and I started to show.

And all of my teammates didn't seem quite so bad.
I learned to depend on the good friends I had.
Now I like myself better since I started to see
that I was lousy being great-I'm much better being me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Val [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
Just Me

Contributed by Val on Tuesday, 10th December 2002 @ 04:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



From the time I was little, I knew I was great
'cause the people would tell me, "You'll make-it just wait."
But they never did tell me how great I would be
if I ever played someone who was greater than me.

When I'm in the back yard, I'm princess with the ball
To swish all those baskets in no sweat at all.
But all of a sudden there's a man in my face
who doesn't seem to realize that I'm the princess of this place.

So the pressure gets to me; I rush with the ball.
My passes to teammates could go through the wall.
My jumpers not falling, my dribbles not sure.
My hand is not steady, my eye is not pure.

The fault is my teammates-they don't understand.
The fault is my coaches-what a terrible plan.
The fault is the call by that blind referee.
But the fault is not mine; I'm the greatest, you see.

Then finally it hit me when I started to see
that the face in the mirror looked exactly like me.
It wasn't my teammates who were dropping the ball,
and it wasn't my coach shooting bricks at the wall.

That face in the mirror that was always so great
had some room for improvement instead of just hate.
So I stopped blaming others and I started to show.

And all of my teammates didn't seem quite so bad.
I learned to depend on the good friends I had.
Now I like myself better since I started to see
that I was lousy being great-I'm much better being me.




Copyright © Val ... [ 2002-12-10 04:30:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Just Me (User Rating: 1 )
by lilch4ever on Saturday, 21st December 2002 @ 01:21:46 PM AEST
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I really like this poem. Sometimes everybody has to look in the mirror. Very well written by the way.


Re: Just Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Gentledove on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 11:19:45 PM AEST
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If only everyone would realize what you have come to know. Nice write.
Gentledove


Re: Just Me (User Rating: 1 )
by blueheart on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 11:35:39 PM AEST
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Great write with a wonderful meaning.




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