I run and run and run
Kick and bam
I lie on the ground
Head throbbing
On the verge of crying
One
Two
Three
I get up
My head spinning,
Racing
Pounding
The parents clap
But I don’t care
They’re not helping
“Are you okay?” everyone asks
Even the girl who tripped me
I just want to scream
At the ref
At the girl
At everyone
No foul
Can they not see?
That i’m hurt?
That my tears are taking me over?
But, I keep playing
  Lynch 2
Stop crying I tell my self
Stop crying
But, I can’t
I then take the ball
Shoot and score
and then again
“Way to recover nine” the ref voices to me
I’ve never heard the parents cheering so obnoxiously
I’m as ecstatic as can be
But hurt
I sob as my head pulses
I am going insane
Absolutely insane
My shift came to an end
Then soon the game
My teammates cheer
As I try holding back my tears
My Dad comes running over
And I can’t hold my tears back anymore
I let it all out
I sob and sob
“I didn’t know you were hurt” coach said to me
“She was crying the whole game!. How did you not see it?”
My team stands up for me.
All I want to do is go home
And rest
I am beyond done with everything
I don’t want to do all of the dumb concussion tests
and answer all of the dumb questions
I shouldn’t have,
I should have gone off,
I should have told coach

But I didn’t          Lynch 3
I played
And kept playing that game
And I played Hard.