Shame

my fault is another's 
laughter.
my soul begins 
to sink as my red face
inks in my
embarrassment.
the smile i've put
there is convincing,
but it's a show.
under the apathy
i'm blinking
back hot tears.
they burn, but not
as much as the 
cold slap of their
laughs

This poem is about: 
Me

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