Mocking
Laughter fills the air.
All eyes on me.
My eyes well up with tears.
People laugh cuz I'm a failure.
Cuz I'm fucked up on so many levels.
Cuz I'm bisexual.
Fingers point and voices mock me.
I run but they follow me.
Taunting mercilessley.
I wish I was invisible
That I didn't exist.
This poem is about:
Me