Application

[Unaccoutable ignorance]

completely newbiieee, totally open to all the criticism

You start with a crowd, then
Reduce to a group.
Then it’s left with you and him. For them,
To pick and choose.

“Friends” who left with cheer and shouts,
Waving that paper (at times email), jumping up and down,
They dance their joy out
Sing happiness out loud
Even the air is sweet
Nothing could stop them now.

But you,
Still in that dark corner,
Tie yourself to the chair.
You ripped your chest open,
Carve out your bowls and heart.
With whatever other gestures needed,
To outsell yourself
Beg them that you’re special,
Creative,
Smart,
…
And many other things that are left,
As much as your long-drained dignity
Starting from when to yourself you secretly vow,
When seeing “the application is open now”.