This is a poem I wrote. It has nothing to do with SK, which is why it's here. I just need to get a load off my chest. This is kinda a free verse with random rhyming at parts. Without further ado:

I talk, laughing some.
The story's not about me. 
I sigh, crying some. 
The tables have turned on me. 

The endless jokes.  
The endless teasing. 
The bringing to chokes. 
Never truly pleasing. 

They never understand. 
They never did. 

They called me names. 
Midget. Dwarf. Short. 
They played their games. 
Laugh. Play. Snort. 

They shouted aloud,
The secret I had wanted quiet. 
They screamed it loud and clear. 
Ignorant or Arrogant?

Whatever the case may be,
I know what hurt me. 
Not the secret's revealing. 
Nor the way they shouted it. 
But instead the way they betrayed me. 

Trust is a tough subject. 
It never is true. 
People don't always keep promises. 
No, they never do. 

The others laugh together. 
I wonder what about. 
If its about me. 
I just want out. 

Trust is a precious thing. 
One you must keep safe. 
For if you confide in a liar. 
You soon will find many problems.  

Your days filled with troubles. 
Endless worries galore. 
The world is never bubbles. 
You'll always wish for more. 

And so she laughs. 
She thinks it's funny. 
You try to explain otherwise. 
But get lost in her eyes. 

You dream of what could've been...
If you'd have been more careful with your trust.