If you were to call me up <br />Or even say my name <br />I know itd be enough <br />To take away my pain. <br /> <br />I try not to speak with sorrow <br />Or to look weak in your eyes <br />And I try not to steal or borrow <br />The talk you talk in your lies. <br /> <br />Because I don't want you to see <br />How much we are the same <br />It might make it harder for me <br />To know you know my pain. <br /> <br />In my sleep I hear your voice <br />Telling me to reach <br />Either quit or grab your hand <br />Stop wasting time on each. <br /> <br />I close my eyes and count to ten <br />While you judge me up and down <br />The rage that fills inside of me <br />Worsens when you're around. <br /> <br />Because I've learned not to trust you <br />And I've learned not to hold your hand. <br />You'll only let go eventually <br />And its the rejection I can't stand.<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rejection-27/
