A word
is an interesting thing.

"No."
Rejection, sadness, depression.
All these things emerge from the fatal word.

"No."
You can't handle it,
so you send your body flying down to the floor.
You cry for hours on end,
and still nothing changes.

"No."
You can't.
You have to stay strong.
You have to pretend that you're fine,
but everyone knows that "fine" doesn't mean
anything
anymore.

"No" will always be "No".
"No" will never be "yes,"
No matter how much you want it to be.

"No" will always make you sob,
and "yes" will always make you smile.