Forward Scared

I get pleasure from viewing your face, up close.
What else do you have for me?
If you knew my story you'd surely get a chuckle
From the ridiculousness of it all.

I'm worried, not of old age or dying alone, but more so
Scared of rejection, this time and again soon.
And also of not being rejected, but doing the rejecting myself.

You don't want me? I hear you.
Who else is like me around here?
No one can be, or would want to bear that burden.

My choice is to try again
Though knowing what might happen (will happen) gives me pause
Because it almost certainly will do me in, for a long while, again and again.