The laughs are made
Because of me
I'm a joke to all
Can't you see
Just because they are animals
Doesn't mean they dont know
Just because I act like I'm okay
Doesn't mean I never let it show
They see me in a circus
They see me in a blouse
They see me in my field
They see me in my house
Why am I such a joke
I want to be set free
Why am I yelled and screamed at
When all I want to is flee
My cries and yelps aggravates their confusion
They ask why im so mad
Is it because I'm tired?
Or is it cause I'm sad?
You'll never understand, I say
I'm not tired you see
I'm -exhausted- in my soul
I just wish I could be me
I feel numb as their words
Plunge deep inside my heart
The words echoing in my head
When did this all even start?
I finally pushed my limit
When jokes must finally die
Yet they keep on pushing on
When they think I'm perfectly fine
Then they assume I'M lying
I'm THE one who's playing the joke
I finally reached my limit
The "joke" is not a joke.
YOU ARE READING
The Bad Poet
PoetryThus, my collection of poems. Please read or take a look I promise my book is not empty My life is already shook I put my feelings all out there All open and out for you! Yet you could look at my description and go back to doing what you do Just a...
