<p>Impassively official
Unnegotiably final
Small black letters staring up at you.
My stomach clenches
As fears for the future begin to run rampant in my head.
Their sad inability to empathize with you make their grasping attempts to mollify you a sad charade and/
Don't mask the fact that a group of stone- cold academics sitting around a table
Sent the exact same letter to all 36,000 rejectees.
Did they even read my application?
What was it?
The subject test I should have retaken?
Only 3 leadership positions?
The apathetic teacher recommendation?
The bursts of panic
as you read the small black letters,
seeing your hopes crushed.
The people you won't tell. The joy you won't feel. The sweater you won't wear.
They say college is what you make of it.
It's just so hard to believe that right now.</p>
<p>5/10 would read again
needs moar rhyme and innuendo
why? because all good poems need innuendo.</p>