Rejections

Rejected once again,

The pile is growing,

Will I ever stand at the top of the planet,

Will I ever be able to say 'Hurray!',

For all my achievements,

Or will I be pushed down beneath the weight of the garbage,

With no sound ever heard again,

It will sting hard but I will admit the truth,

And that's how rejections are,

Like bee's sting,

Like the winter without snow,

Like nature without any trees,

But I will be the way I am,

With all my confidence and courage,

And strive on and on and on.