My Poetry


Rejection. Controlling me. Possessing me. Dictating me.

Powerful like Hitler or Stalin yet owns no lips to speak, no eyes to see, no heart to feel, no brain to think, no limbs to move, no ears to hear.

A horrid feeling. A speechless, lifeless, invisible force obstructing me from complete happiness.

Controlling my thoughts, controlling my feelings!

Preventing me from loving, trusting, confidence… Preventing me from my biggest desire.

Him: a victim devoured by rejection. The minute I laid my eyes on the beautiful blue eyes and cute smile rejection swarmed from out of its cold, scary home inside of me and killed him.

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