When you’re denied
All of the nice things in life
It stings
Try to alleviate that pain
With your favorite poison
A promising painter did that
He died
Yet his apartment
Went up in flames
But his painting of me
Remained untouched
By the flames
When denied
All things becomes
Pins and needles
It happened to me countless times
When I am applying for a job
Or submitting literary works
For free with no money
All I can do is get high
On pain
Because I love pain
So much
I bottle it up
I wonder how
It feels when you gain acceptance
It feels good
They said
After being accepted
For their works
Gaining all of the fame, the fortune and fan adoration
For all the right reasons
Or the wrong reasons