Sarcasm

Cheeks flush and sweaty palms An awkward, deceiving laugh A sloppy coat, self esteem based balm Disguising my visible half Ive been told, I'm distastefully odd People love to ostracize Holding back tears as they poke and prod It helps them to feel alive They can smell it from a mile away A lack of confidence, that is Lips curled, ready to play A class of the "popular" kids Making fun of myself, hiding the throb I refuse to expose the pain Though, their doing an excellent job Slaughtering my name They label this behavior sarcastic Some can't take a joke I say they're made of plastic Catching a high every time they poke