There.
It's happened again.
You've walked in.
Made some joke about my clothing,
My hair,
My laugh,
Some stupid thing I said yesterday.
And you,
And all my other friends,
Laugh.
And you,
Your hand draped over my shoulder,
Grin with those white teeth of yours, and say,
"What's the matter? It's just a joke."
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But you don't see.
I get it.
It is just a joke.
Can't you see?
I'm laughing too.
Laughing until tears run down my face.
YOU ARE READING
Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoésieUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
