Feels like a Fool

When others laughed at you and you, like a fool, twitched to bear a grin and act as though you have enough sense of humour to laugh at yourself too, deep inside, you know; it was not funny. Every jibe, every smirk, every tilt on every corner of every mouth were like daggers driven at your self-esteem. And so you bleed, still smiling, desperately clinging to your dignity, hoping that if you died, you'd be a martyr . The truth, however, does not seemed real. You did not bleed, you would not die. Aye they mocked and laughed, sometimes louder than how you could remember. You lived on, like a fool. But you know, you are not one. Sometimes you just feel like one. It's alright.