Rejection introduces itself to me
On a daily basis & weekly
Sending reminders of being unworthy
Left feeling somehow dirty
After such treatment undeserving

Aimed with such precision
Trained for this expedition
Focused solely on destruction
Brought the gun and left the gloves home.

Drive by shooting on my ego
Still parked across the street though
I'm aware of this set up
For some reason I can't let up

Death seems inviting
Somehow reuniting
Ridding of the heavy burdens
Of not knowing what's behind certain
Humans curtains.

© jzoraida420