I was once a valuable player.

Scoring most of the points,

as the other team groaned a defeat.

Today, I can only feel pops in my joints,

as I remember teams I couldn’t beat.

It was supposed to be me,

tumbling down the field.

Why had I not taken one for the team?

Driven to a yield,

as I shouted in pain.

She should’ve grown old,

just as I have today.

Rather than being left to die in the cold,

of the hospital’s cray.

I was once a valuable player,

but as a teammate perished,

I learned that meant nothing.

We’ll all die soon,

valuable players do on the inside.

For me, it is yet.

The valuable player in me was never alive.

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I was once a powerful musician.

Playing the notes with my heart,

as the audience cheered.

I was overbearing, playing a part

that everyone feared.

I was great at music,

and all of its subjects.

But I became a power lunatic,

and soon revealed all my defects.

It was supposed to be me,

that everyone dissed.

Blamed for the lack of harmony,

the one they’d never miss.

I was once a powerful musician,

but as a teammate left,

I learned that meant nothing.

We’ll all die soon,

powerful musicians do on the inside.

For me, it is yet.

The powerful musician in me was never alive.

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I was once a graceful writer.

Telling stories in all different ways,

painting a picture,

in a world full of gray

as I poured the colorful mixtures

onto the dull canvas.

It was supposed to be me,

that lost all my friends.

The idiot of my family

was always the one of the ends.

(It was supposed to be me.)

He shouldn’t have been thrown out,

as he was the last to blame me.

I should’ve done something, cry, shout!

It should’ve been me, but I just had to be fancy.

I was once a graceful writer,

but as a teammate fled,

I learned that meant nothing.

We’ll all die soon,

graceful writers do on the inside.

For me, it is yet.

The graceful writer in me was never alive.

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It should have been us,

yet it wasn’t even close.

We’ve known nothing,

but to pretend to survive.

Because on the inside,

none of us were really alive.

It should have been us,

yet it couldn’t be.

We’ve always been dead

if only that was something

we could see.