Rejection - A Tribute

Seems that when something particularly annoys me, I must turn to pseudo-acrostic poem therapy.

Really

Exhausted, just so fucking

Jaded.

Excluded again, so I

Can't

Type anymore. My

Imagination and

Optimism are

Non-existent.

Remember

Elation?

Jubilant

Emotional

Celebration?

They're

Indubitably

Over

Now.

Run,

Escape.

Just

Erase

Content.

Talentless!

Inane!

Obstuse!

Neophyte!

Rightly

Enraged by

Judgement that must be

Erroneous, for my

Creativity is

That which

Inspires!

Original - It shines like

Nacre.