Bored

Does it hurt to be funny all the time?
Can't people take you seriously?
Is it your clothes or perhaps your hair?
Did you get born with a "kick me" sign on your forehead?
Have you ever told the truth and they say "funny story"?
Does it always have to end with a smile?
Do they know there's someone behind the mask?
Do they even care?
Can you hear them snigger as they talk AT you?
Don't they realise you're smarter than them?
Do they realise that's why it hurts so much?
Have they endured your life?
Has their puny existence blinded them?
Can they remember all they've learnt?
Do you ever wonder why they "like" you?
Is it because you don't "look" as "good" as them?
Are they really the one's you should be with
Or is it just better than being alone?
Do you sit alone on weekends thinking on what could be?
Don't you envy their pathetic lives?
If you could be like THEM, would you like it?
They persecute you because they envy you
You make them uncomfortable with their stupidity
Your apparent confidence disturbs them
Your fearlessness echoes their fear
THEY become bored with your intellect
It bothers them to be wrong
So you tend to ignore them
You associate when you have to
You "pay attention" to their petty problems
But really, you're just as bored as them.

© 1995, Mosquitobyte