Have you wondered for hours, days and years

Why, why people are mean

Mean seeking to reduce you to a simple object of humiliation

So they can laugh together at your tragedy.

Why, why do you chase me in every movement to search a fault or a joke

Joke, you say its only a joke

Only a little joke.

What makes me wonder and cry I am asking for a way to stop those jokes

Those little jokes.

Is it me, or is it you?

Is it my clothes or your hair?

And your friends, are they still my friends if they laugh about your jokes about me?

I question my self every time if their love is real,if they care

But they probably dont.

Because if they did they wouldnt laugh

At those little jokes.

by Hanna Loschacoff