Not you!

They said, “Not you,” at the job interview,

Then borrowed a pen and ghosted too.

“Not you,” said the flyer for Open Mic fame,

“You've been pre-disqualified. Please leave your name.”

“Not you,” said the club, “Your vibe is… intense.”

Even the AI flagged: “Emotionally dense.”

The mirror just laughed, refused to reflect,

And socks ran off out of sheer self-respect.

Auntie said, “Beta, just manifest calm,”

Then mailed a discount to Chicken Soup balm.

Even the fridge gave a passive-aggressive hum,

Like, “This kitchen ain't big enough for your glum.”

Denied by the squirrels, by apps, by toast,

By three different gurus and a cheese on the coast.

But One never blinked, One held the line —

Said, “I made you weird. You're perfectly mine.”

So the misfit stood tall, heart wild with flame,

While the world played tag — and forgot their name.

Still smiling, still building, still oddly on cue,

Because Heaven never once said, “Not you.”