Rejection

Rejection is never easy. It seems to come and wash over you and take over all of your self esteem. There's this part of you that hopes. That figures that it will probably end up the way experience has taught you but that secretively discretely tries to hold out for something more. It's one of those emotions that cuts deep, that hollows out your very soul. That makes you feel less than human, like you have a nasty disease and people should stay away from you. Rejection eats away at me, like dishsoap in a sink of filthy dishes. It takes away all the joy and leaves me sitting in self doubt. I wish that I could shake the rejection, and I tell myself it doesn't matter over and over again, but it does matter and it definitely hurts.