What a chaotic mess I deem to be!

Oh! Thy power lead me

Lest I go astray!

What a bundle of rejections I deem to be!

Oh! Thy power lead me

Lest I go astray!

What a difficult task is to impress!

Or, maybe even make a mark?

Why do we look around for appreciation

When deep inside we know that rejection knocks?

The knocks grow louder and louder!

Deafening my ears!

Drowning my soul !

What a chaotic mess I deem to be!

Will I ever wipe away the mess sparkling clean?

Or maybe the mess is what makes me glorious!

The glorious mess I deem to be!

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