Rejection

The choking smell of rejection
fills the little musty room
threads of unwanted affection
still spouting out of my loom
the loom I tried shutting down
the room I locked, hid the key
veiled the madness with a frown
thinking why is it always me?
now I can use some flattery
and probably some alcohol
while praise runs the battery
spirit lets the night roll
but for how long I am not sure
this madness can I endure