Everything I don\'t Do

Three seconds remaining,
I lost the game.
I couldn\'t make the shot;
I walk in shame.

I am supposed to
whatch what i say.
To this noble figure
I shout anyway.

Everyone orders me.
I forget what I have to do,
but can they not see?
I do many other things too.

It all drives me to madness
and creates so much sadness.