Kayla Mills

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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?