no one's to blame for the rejection
it was you who wants to get inside
that door where everyone
seems to be preoccupied with
how they look and what others say
you should not have entered in the
first place, now you mix with the crowd
talking about their latest gems
and acquisitions, their tongues
are forked and you are not prepared
for this
why did you leave the pond, your house,
your garden, don't you see that there
was more peace and quiet in there?
look at you, you're sick and trembling.
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