They Laugh

I cried a single
tear. I took all
the pain I could
possibly bear.
It seems like
my life is a huge
game of Truth or
Dare. Waiting for
someone to tell me
they finally care.

Alone is how I've
always been.
Everyone cared back
then. I wish at least
I had my kin.
It's funny not even
they will care if I
cut my skin.

They rather point and
laugh. Who would do
that? It's not like I'm
too skinny or too fat.
Really, how could they
do that?

This is really a matter
of fact. They're laughing
at what I lack.