Poems Upon Poems

Laughing Stock

They mock my pain call me anti social,

According to them I show no emotion,

From that point on I am then labeled,

A strange weirdo who has no feelings,

Out in public they watch and observe,

Judging me without even hearing my side,

I still hear them laughing as I sit thinking,

No one liked me I mean why would they,

To them I was a weirdo disgusting outcast,

Fitting in would never work I dressed as myself,

I dreaded the long walk through the school hall,

As I walk to class people stare and mumble words,

Looking down at the floor to avoid seeing the looks on their face,

The bell rings as it's time for lunch I sit by myself,

Conversations happening but I show no interest,

For I am to mature and wise to engage in stupidity,

When they teased me the teacher came to my rescue,

Teachers pet Teachers pet is what I am called,

My respectful ways are admired by the teacher,

Now they hate me even more I just want a education,

I didn't sign up for torture dread going to school everyday,

Tell a trusted adult they say talk to someone about it,

You can't tell anyone who won't let you tell them,

"Not now, later." is what they always say to you,

Never enough time when the situation takes a turn,

Everyone attempts to show care and concern now,

But you have lost your voice screaming to them for help,

Words now just air and no sound the pain is trapped,

Hoping for better as this road is way too complex,

Or at least that's how it seems laughing stock laughing stock.