Self-Worth
Rosio Vargas
Rejection.
Nevertheless,
this feeling of not being good enough
oppresses a person.
Me, I recognize rejection
as a person taking me by the throat.
Rejection is a car barreling me towards death.
Rejection is the thought in my head telling me to sin.
Rejection is the absence of touch.
It feeds your hunger
when you’re all alone in a room full of people.
Their smiles in your face as your heart weighs down.
You stare into their disdainful eyes
that read the truth about their distasteful smiles.