I reach out
I get my hands slapped
the door slammed in my face
pushed aside
given the rejection notice
the poor excuse
why do I try
am I narcissistic

because I’m the only one
who believes in me
the only one who can see
that I have the potential for this
that loneliness and drink aren’t
what I want to build my life on
and yet………...
they abound
how can I rise

when there’s no one
to lift me up
I am tethered to
an empty room of solitude
where I put these things in motion
give this the wings to fly
and even though I free it
it just sits on its perch
and cries
every time