Rejection

I can’t handle the rejection

It shows an ugly reflection.

Is this who I am?

I’m doing all I can.

Deep inside, I don’t give a damn

While still trying to give my “helping” hand.

Here I am, trying to rhyme

Just trying to buy more time.

Still trying to remain so kind.

Who’s life I’m trying so hard to save, is mine.

I still am never good

I know I should see it, I wish I could.

Still I hide, under something like a black hood.

Under this black hood, just like I usually would.

I run and hide like a filthy rat

Then everyone wants to know where I’m at?

I come out, and it’s like I’m beat with a bat.

I let everyone walk all over me like a dirty floor mat.

I’m tired and I don’t want to be scared.

I just want to find someone who’s feelings I share.

They say I’m obsessive, annoying, and not fair.

So why can’t I do that thing my brain calls a “dare?”