I never asked for much
For I never received much any way
It feels weird
It feels like you have to ask permission
to feel good about yourself
I eat myself
Swallow myself
I’m helping the cannibals devour me
Rejection here
Rejection there
Rejection’s the pinnacle
No’s always looming
Everywhere
Growing up smiling less and less
Adolescent euphoria
Conquered by disappointment
and desperateness
Rejected by her
Rejected by them
Rejections from opened letters
Rejected again and again
All hope turned to tatters
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