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
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