I rock my body

Back and forth

Back and forth

Arms around my knees

Slowly swaying

Realizing this is only a taste

Only a breath

Only a thought

Of what true rejection is

Cold hands slide up my back

I turn

No one

The picture hangs

A family

A portrait

Smiles

Another picture

This one drawn

With graphite

Curving

Swirling

Thoughts provocative

The rejected one

Tears form my eyes

Bucketed hands catching the fallen ones

Mouth waters

Pain thickens

Why am I different?