You were there at my arrival.

You were there as I sprout.

Now it’s all a blur, in my rejected state of mind.

 

You shun me away, when I wanted to play.

You shun me away, when I just wanted you to stay.

A rejected state of mind, had me mentally displaced.

But this wouldn’t be the first time that your back gave us space.

This wasn’t the first time that you played rejectable games;

which caused my mind to become fearfully inflamed.

 

Why did I have to be the sacrifice?

As Abraham and Isaac, there was you and I;

the only difference is that you carried out the act.

You rejected my cry!

You rejected my call!

You rejected my hand reaching for its father’s love!

Torn, confused, abandoned, expel;

this rejected state of mind had me all compelled.

 

No longer would I keep this mindset within.

Refusing to be a rejected statistic, you dig?

This mental rejected embedded tattoo has now been erected with a promising

outlook.

 

For I am loved, and I am surrounded by it much!

For I am hopeful, and rejection has turned to dust!

I have turned my back to my rejector and rejection.

For this once rejected mind set has now been freed and resurrected.