it's just so frustrating
being taken so un-seriously
to walk into a room and have everyone laugh
to be both the fool and the standing joke
to be a living punchline
I yell and I scream and I rage
until I practically burst into flames
and yet my anger is still humorous
I cry and I beg and I sob
until my desperation fills an ocean
and I am still shucked aside
I am tired of being the jester
like my pain is entertainment
some type of masochistic performance
to amuse a sadistic audience
when will i stop being the fool?
when will i stop being the punchline?
when will the world stop treating me
like a joke?
—i want to be taken seriously
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
