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Object Of Ridicule

The usual carping
The mocking in sarcasm
Like a lash, each senting a spasm of pain through me
Though, i just bore it in silence
To whom can I go for help
Either ignorance or sympathy

I closed my eyes
Struggling to marshal the expletive about to issue from my lips
I kept my face immobile
Trying to maintain a calm demeanor
All of them speak with such forthright authority
All of them cruel beyond belief

I closed the door
Hugged my arms tightly about myself
My eyes wide, darting under bedraggled hair
The froth of anger and violence shook me

'Am I really..'
It was a barely whisper that begged for no one's confirmation

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