REJECTION

REJECTION
I launch myself at the idea of a hint of hope,
I throw myself into the notion of happiness true,
I jump head first into something I that could cope,
I find myself yet alone, feeling sad and blue.

The steady reminder that I'm not who's wanted,
The sharp feeling of not being ever being choosen,
Too much baggage or drama as if I am haunted,
The constant pain of being not worthy as if frozen.

Unworthy of love, of being the one that's picked
Being someone that is seen as being desirable or needed
The one who's shoved aside and so often kicked,
The one who's looked upon as bad blood or seeded.

Each and every time all I recieve is REJECTION.

But rejection, is the reminder of what could be,
But, which indeed is nothing more than a mere feeling,
Something that seems to follow and surround me,
So I'm left alone to deal with my anguish and healing.

You'd think I'd learn not to launch in head first,
But, I'm a fool, still wear my heart out on my sleeve,
Praying for the best, but preparing for the worst,
Wishing, hoping, wanting, and never stop believing.