New Kid By jumpingjaxx13
I get lost in the thousands of faces around me
Each one merely a blur with a story
I'm the random kid at every baseball game
Where is kind?
Spinning around and around in circles
Through the tortuous passageways to home
The bat hits the ball; I go flying every which way
Where is leader?
Finally finding my destination
Unblinking eves watching my every move
Stepping onto home plate in front of a crowd
Where is support?
My palms sweat with anticipation
Trying to keep a calm expression
Butterflies churn in my stomach; Will I hit it?
Where is answers?
The boy beside me smiles at me
Is that good or bad?
The ball is flying toward me: What do I do?
Where is advice?
Eating lunch alone, my favorite class
The boy comes and sits beside me
The crowd is silent; timing is everything
Where is calm?
He talks to me and tells me his name
I listen, in hope of a friend
'Luck of the bat' my coach used to say
Where is breath?
End of the day he leaves me
Tells me to call him later
Home Run! Cries the crowd
Here is friend.
So, what do you think? Not bad for a first poem, huh? Please review!