Sick.

I’m sick

Sick of it all

The hushed voices
The raised eyebrows
The eye rolls
The sniggers.

At the age of twenty-eight,
I’ve been thrown back into high school

I’m reliving the torment,
the pain,
the bullying,
the tears
the frustration

That feeling, deep, deep down in the pit of my stomach
That I’m still not good enough

 

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