rejection,
I don’t want you anymore
rejection,
get out of my mind
you chill me beyond repair
why do I play this game?
a game where I want to pinpoint
exactly what’s wrong with me
you know that question that raises
it’s ugly head
am I good enough?
their eyes reject me
their micro-smiles are devious
they offer hugs and hellos
but I sure don’t know how to trust them
alert, eyes primed to see their allegiance
they favor her over me it seems
or is it just all misperceptions
rejection,
I don’t want you anymore
rejection,
get out of my mind
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Wow, this hits deep but with a vibe that’s like shaking off a bad cold. I actually like the Hindi title tho.