The absolute perfection of Rejection;
It hurts me every time.

I try so hard.
I get so far…
I hear those words: you’ve failed.
You’re cut from the team.
You’re not on the list.
You’re fired.
You’ve lost.
Oh how it hurts.

The absolute perfection of Rejection;
It brings me back to my place.
You’re a failure.
I must remember,
I lose every time.

The anxious feeling right before the announcement;
It gives me a sense of Hope,
Of Desire…
Of what might have been.
You’re not on the list.
Hope disappears.

The absolute perfection of Rejection;
Sorry, maybe next time.
But there’s always a “next time”.
And next time ends exactly the same.

I envy those who are accepted.
Those who win,
I lose.
You’ve lost.
I’m constantly rethinking it.
Over-analyzing it…
Accepting it is impossible.
Acceptance is impossible.

The absolute perfection of Rejection;
I reject it.