REJECTION.

They sting,
the tears of rejection.
They seem to burn my skin,
as I break apart in a room.
I bite my knuckles,
releasing a silent sob,
trying so hard to understand,
why such a silent action,
seems to fill me with desperation.
Making me feel like a little kid again,
begging to be accepted,
groveling for a friend.
Giving his toys, fighting their battles,
taking their blame, and becoming a servant.
This fear of feeling of rejection,
molded me into a puppet.
A little boy who’d do anything,
to make someone want to come see him again.
A man, who never lets anyone close enough, to leave him.