Rejection is a curse to many,
a blessing to some
It's a precursor to the infection to come.
I want to be perfect,
but I'll never be pure!
I'm just a reject and there is no cure.
I want it to be this way,
I can change but I won't try.
You may find it strange,
But I'll be this way 'til I die.
You feel it's wrong?
Well you were right all along,
Don't really care,
but I'm willing to face facts.
Life is no more than broken contracts.
Author notes
Your Typical 'wtflolomgbbq' poem.
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