Like a Fool

I used to be content
With nothingness.
A few scattered ribbons
From rounds
But no medals,
No trophies,
No finals.
I used to be content.
But things never changed.
And so,
You ask me why
I am quitting?
Because I feel like a fool!
I've given three years of my life
To forensics now.
Spent endless hours practicing,
Lost countless,
And now precious,
Hours of sleep.
For what?
Nothing that will be remembered.
Just that girl who
Challenged someone's thoughts for a moment,
Before the next,
Better,
Competitor stepped up.
There are novices
Who final.
And I'm sitting in the bleachers,
Feeling like a talentless fool,
When I'm already ravenously hungry
And am missing my boyfriend.
Yes,
I am secure in my position
As one of God's princesses.
But why should I waste my life
For something I don't love?
Why should I waste my time
On something
That will only give me
More pieces of paper
Telling me to talk slower.
That's why I write.
Because written words
Can be read at any speed you'd like.