Shove Your Foot Back Up Your Ass

This is a venting poem. It expresses that feeling of when you don't get something you wanted (a job perhaps) and they can't just reject you, they have to be like "you were a really good canidate BUT..." We've all felt this or something similar. I want this poem to be pretty universal so I won't focus too much on the personal side of this poem. Also, the title is slightly random but absolutely amazing.

Shove Your Foot Back Up Your Ass
It wouldn't hurt me
to tell me what I know.
It would only ever hurt me
if you tried to make excuses.
It would hurt if you said
I was good but not good enough.
It would confuse me endlessly
if you said I showed capability.
It would hurt me for you to tell me,
for now, I'll never be anything more.
It wouldn't make me feel bad
if you had just said 'no'.
But you put your foot in your mouth,
again, and now I hate you.
It wouldn't hurt me, but now,
I think you take me for a one-trick pony.
And I'm not.