disappointed

disappointed

doesn’t matter that I’m writing a poem today,

it’s determined to be 100% cloudy.

This time around I don’t have anyone’s shoulder to cry on.

My problems are a luxury, I know,

but it hurts that they didn’t take me.

“Too many people applied,” they said.

“We can’t take everyone who is qualified.”

My emotions hurt,

because as well as rejecting me as a human being,

because I revealed myself as a human being in my application,

you stole this beautiful, romantic, and exciting future from me.

Now I can’t even dream of going to your school.

My emotions hurt.

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