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The Laughingstock
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Dedications I feel like the laughingstock
of some unspoken inside joke
everyone is in on,
except me.
Maybe I am everything they say I am.
I am so self conscious,
so paranoid
hearing their jeers
piercing me like spears.
Maybe their criticisms are correct.
Perhaps I'm not in on the fact
that I nothing to offer;
everything I say and do
is make myself look like a fool.
Maybe the joke's on me.
