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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growing pains
PoesíaVarious poems of sadness, love, and heartbreak. Short stories of young adult hood, growing mature, and realism of life that society often doesn't prefer to speak of out loud. Learn to grow through the pain.
