Laughing stockA Poem by August
Why do I always go back to that same page
where I feel like a laughing stock inside a cage. Why did I do it all? Who was it for? All I wanted was a little love waiting for me inside those doors. I was late to realise that none of them were opened for me, not a single one. Oh, yes. I was their laughing stock.. © 2023 August |
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