Fake the smile that belittles the denial of silent rejections. Arrows flung without thought but with precise aim. Confidence pops the same as the balloon games at the cheap county fair. Questions triggered and linger with no answers available as an antidote to dismissal. The would be (wannabe) poetess scribbles furiously in defeat, only to toss the drivel. She yearns to erase the desire to create as easily as she deletes the crap she types.