It hurts to be rejected when you want to fit in.
You long for their approval—you’ve never had it. Scream.
You’ve always been the outcast: exceptional. No, lost.
You chase after acceptance, yet not know who you are.
You search to please all others, yet never liked yourself.
You touch the greatest happiness when they give you a “yes.”
Approval and acceptance—that’s all you ever seek.
You’ve never had it in you to stand alone. So weak…
You trip over the smallest and tiniest of noes,
You’re back on cloud nine—quickly—when corners upward go.
You know it’s wrong. You want it. You sail with every wind.
Why won’t you simply stop it?! No backbone—so it seems…
And so, you cut your edges, you stretch your empty soul.
You cut your heart in pieces, adore the windy hole.
Yes, now they will accept you—you’ve never been more wrong.
Deformed, broken: you love it. The Pleaser, lo and behold…
– Note to self
Da Capo al Poetry 