is it my fault
that my body and soul dont fit?
dysfunctional
two hands that dont grip
holding onto each other for dear life

dont look at me
i cant handle the thoughts that pierce through your eyes
youll never tell me
but they stick to my back like a sign that screams for people to
laugh

laugh at me
i can hear all of it
even if your mouth never uttered a sound

let me curl up
let me try for once
the only way i know how
to be small
to be me
because i am small

how much more must i scream just so i can be invisible