losing myself

I'd walk around and everyone laughs at me
hand on their lips as eyes on me
whispering a giggle so harsh and loud
dispassionate faces behind their mask
standing so small on my spot
as their height drown me in mud

I tried to be comfortable with them
taking away the shame in me
talking as what the real me
laughing in their jokes that is me
stepping in the rag with my face on it
as if I never knew what's on their mind

'cause their eyes telling about myself
on the mistakes I'd committed
viewing all the dark side in me
forgetting the good things I've done to them
looking at me like I'm a stranger
and a person who doesn't have dignity

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-romel