Rejections
Fragment 48
When all the politeness is done, and all the good intentions brought to the front, we’re left alone with the feeling of being good. Just not enough.
It’s not personal, they say. It’s never us. Who don’t fit in. Who isn’t right. We’re good enough. Even perfect. The way we are. Should not be altered. They say. Perfect. And just enough. To get a nod. And a smile. Wishes for the very best.
It’s never not personal.