I can't properly speak.
My words always come out weak.
The stutter only get's worse as you laugh at me.
You don't even show it, yet I still see.
I can tell you think my failures are funny.
You think because you laugh, it makes everyones world sunny.
But when you can tell people laugh at you, the differences become stark.
When you tell people laugh at you, your world becomes dark.
Who knew that a laugh would bring me all this shame.
But I know that you are the one to blame.
You laugh when I express myself.
You laugh when a person exposes themself.
You don't show that person that hysterical face.
You go behind the corner to laugh with your friends, in a different place.
I am self conscious on what other people think of me.
Most of my mind's voices panic, and flee.
Leaving one behind, anxiety.
He whispers to me "you aren't good enough, you are just a pity."
I then breakdown, in the middle of the hallway.
Why do you laugh, for you to stop I pray.
