Rejection Refuse
Rejection Refuse
It’s happened so many times
It doesn’t hurt my feelings anymore
A practiced indifference
A casual c’est la vie
What was I so upset about?
Why the wound in my very core?
Why the grasping for validation?
Can it be I finally have enough?
Rejection is now just some refuse
Into a wastebasket tossed
“Don’t take it personally”
Was advice I couldn’t follow
Now I’ve achieved detachment
On my own without trying
Resigned to my never ending aloneness
No longing for accolades never to be achieved
Compliments as well fall flat
Barely whispers in my tin ear
This independence and irrelevance
My only freedom and comfort
No longer trying to amuse anyone but myself
In my echo chamber of whims held close and dear