Social Rejection
Its no longer about who I am or the principles I stand by. What brands do I wear? What color is my hair? If society doesnt approve I'm shut out.
I'm now labeled weird, mentally challened, not cool enough, and as the mean girls would say " You Cant Sit With Us".
The " ride or dies" evaporate The ones " here for me " vanish and the ones who " got my back " judge me just like the rest of them.
Who will I turn to? How will I handle this ? Im the only tulip in a garden of roses.
Rejection triggers anger
I am now in blind rage
I wont let rejection bank rob me of my belonging
I have a friend ... In me.
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