Category : Poems

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Every word I hear. 
Every giggle that passes my ear.
I know they're laughing at me.
Wether it be the doodle I drew on my wrist, 
Or my lucky charm I kiss,
I know they're talking about me.
At the way my hair curls in the wrong places,
I see it on their faces.
How my clothes don't fit,
How my lip is always bit.
Their whispers and torments follow me.
In the building.
As I leave.
At night when I can't sleep, I think about when they're laughing at me.