Three Strikes

I throw you something

You can't hit.

It makes me proud;

it makes me tick.

I feel so accomplished

with myself,

and no one cares

to bring me doubt.

Except for you,

you crushers of dreams;

destroyer of fate;

you who only hates me.

And still I don't know what I did.

Was it the first strike,

or the first win?

For some reason

you keep swinging away,

trying, for some reason to make me pay.

And now you throw them in;

and you try to make me swing.

But I know better.

You just want to

crush my dreams.

So I foul away

all the cruel thoughts,

and words,

and actions.

Because, "it's only a game."

"It's just a game."

"Why put so much effort into just

one game?"

But what they don't realize

is more than they can see.

This is what I live for;

this is what I breathe.

This is my oxygen

that you are trying to strikeout.

But I battle.

This "game" is my life.

This red dirt sprinkled in sweat

and patch of green grass

is my castle of which

I must protect.

By now I am drenched in sweat

and oh, how my body aches.

And yet, I don't give in.

So I grab my sword.

I take my chance.

To slay that fiery fury out of my kingdom.

It's just another pitch you throw,

but this time it's perfect

and for sure I know.

I smack it way out of the park,

and I dance around the bases.

And as I trot,

I count in my heart

every mean thing that you

tried to start.

As I reach my destination, I rest.

I take my time

and enjoy my best.

But now it's time to switch again.

And your battle is mine.

I know, I already win.

I  knocked two out;

it's your turn now.

Three more times, and you'll finally be out.

The first one you battle,

I knew you would.

But it's only your thoughts,

we have past all the words.

The second one you try,

but you swung too hard.

There's two on you now,

and there's tears in your eyes.

The last was a shock,

even for me.

I expected a challenge,

but it was a breeze.

I threw it right past you,

and now the war is finally over.

Now I can rest,

there's no need to worry over you.

Afterall,

three strikes and you're out.

And what did I just do?