I've made impressions, many of them bad. So, I think starting new will be better. I am such a natural disaster...
I look towards my window,
Washed out with rain.
When I look in it,
The liquid falling makes me look
As if I'm crying.
I love this part, I can really see it, when you look at your own reflection and when the rain slides down the window... it looks like you're crying. That was wonderful.
I can't say why you didn't win... It could have been picky critics... but, who can put a rating on poetry if it comes from your mind?
Good read, I hear you have quite an amazing talent for creativity.