Don’t Say It

When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?

All of a sudden you know me so well.
You don’t know me.
I’ve been here.
Where have you been?

Sorry, I’m good at throwing strikes.
You don’t even see the ball coming.
This mound is mine.
Don’t walk across it.

The water is deep.
The park grass is dead.
When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?