As I sat in class, I waited.
Waited for them to say my name, waited for them to acknowledge me.
To talk to me.
They didn’t; but that’s okay, I’m not the centre of their world.

They mentioned me today.
I was the butt of their joke.
It was mean, they just laughed.
At least they know I exist.

They actually spoke to me today!
They asked a question. It was just a sick joke.
It was mean, and hurt my feelings.
But it’s just a joke, right?

The teacher took me aside today.
Asked if I was okay. She was worried about me, she said.
I told her I was fine.
She asked if I was getting bullied.

I looked at them, and they looked back.
I said No Miss. She let me go.
Why would she think I’m bullied?
I’m surrounded by friends.