Kayla Mills
April 30, 2019
Smoke fills my lungs,
without a cigarette in my hand.
People give me looks,
at the words I never said.
They block me online,
for things I did not do.
There’s laughter in the air,
from a joke that wasn’t funny.
There are sounds of children taunting,
even though we’re all grown up.
When will you?