You stand there
Like a lost child
Like someone so out of place
Uncomfortable
unwanted
Uneven
You begin to see that YOU ARE THE JOKE
and it makes your lips tremble
As the lump in your throat
Begins to choke
The tears out
Of your eyes
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You stand there
Like a lost child
Like someone so out of place
Uncomfortable
unwanted
Uneven
You begin to see that YOU ARE THE JOKE
and it makes your lips tremble
As the lump in your throat
Begins to choke
The tears out
Of your eyes
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