I lauch myself at the idea of hope, I throw myself into the notion of happiness, I jump head first into something that could be,
Each and every time all I recieve is REJECTION
The steady reminder that I am not wanted, The sharp feeling of not being choosen, The constant pain of being unworthy,
Unworthy of being loved, of being the person that is picked Being someone that is seen as being desirable, wanting to jump head first with me into something that could be,
But rejection, the reminder that what could be is indeed nothing more than a mere fleeting feeling.