This rejection
It is a Fear
That runs in my blood.
This dysphoria
It runs deep.
I can’t breathe.
Please, will you accept me?
Please, will you love me?
Please, will you help me?
Please, will you be with me?
Please, will you smile at me?
And tell me it will be alright.
Please, will you let me know?
Please, I need to know.
That I’m not being rejected.
Rejected in life and in love.
Rejected at work and at home.
I'm scared
And I’m angry
This sensitivity.
I fear
That no one can love me,
No one will love me.
I don’t trust anybody.
I only know
that I am always rejected
And I’m always alone.
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