JOKE, by Anonymous

I sit at the back of the classroom
Covering my ears as the laughter booms
Foreigner, tomboy, mental, cow pat,
I can’t help you see like that

Stuck in the library corner
Nose in a book and clothes of a mourner
“Only seven more years” I say
Then realise all that’s passed is a day

Bustling vibrating corridors
Moving against me like heavy set doors
One wrong move and I fall
And all I hear is cackling, chasing me down the hall

Crying at night getting ready for tomorrow
Keeping them down all my whims and sorrows
Head bent down and humming my song
I ask “what could I have possibly done so wrong?”

All you do is tease and poke
So how can I laugh when I’m the joke.

~Joke, by Anonymous

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