I feel it
in conversations,
in my bed,
in public spaces -
rejection.
I distance myself in conversing,
hold my pillow to my chest,
and disassociate in social settings;
because i can't bare the sense
of rejection.
It haunts me
the rest of the day;
the next couple days.
My mind ponders on what
I could've said differently,
if i should've slept at a certain hour or side,
if i would've worn nicer, or more trending clothing.
I cannot bare the rejection
or disappointment;
but
I also cannot bare
to people please
any longer. Instead
I remain reserved
and allow others to assume
I'm shy, or introverted, or whatever kind story they've made of me in their mind.
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ache & after
PoesíaAche & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discover...
