Accepted

I spent the weekend watching failed proposals and being grateful I will never be the boy in that situation since feeling accepted was never a strength.

As if no amount of love given to me would be able to fill the draining arteries and severed veins in my warm scarlet face.

The acceptance letters are rolling on in and no matter how many I get, it feels like it's not enough.

How could I want more more and more confirmations?

I got in my dream school and I am still like this.

Will the drugs kick in or the blood clot or college acceptance letters convince me that I'm accepted?

Test after test I'm writing out my character thinking is this really me.  Is this really me?

The day when my children ask about my teenage years will I have forgot about this?

Don't say it stays in my head. Don't stay it stays in my warm scarlet face.