Rejection Poem by Erica Olson

how am I able to talk?
what am I able to do?
where am I able to go?
seeing it, him, that is hard to function
whole world is alive when your frozen
frozen still with out being able to respond
he, it, that doesn't even know that you exist
trying to stand out of the crowd
failing every time you go near
hoping he, it will see you
wishing to be swept away by it, him
not by the crowd or the mob
waiting patiently for him to notice you
you're scared silly of rejection and going near
whats going to happen if you do face it up and tell
rejection, happiness, laughter, because you're too young
wahts going to happen
beink looked at weird because
they know you'll never get a chance or worth the time