It's Just Empty Words

"It's funny," they said, "how nobody understands why I think the way I do.
It's funny how many friends I lost at the same time.
It's funny how he pretended not to know me in front of his friends.
It's funny how she steps all over me, than tells me I'm a great friend.
It's funny how people call me a fat-ass after suffering anorexia.
It's funny how my teacher talks to me friendlier than she does.
It's funny how I told her I loved her, and the next day she had a new boyfriend.
It's funny how I can't imagine life alone, but I feel I'm getting closer and closer every day.
It's funny how he said I should have been an abortion.
It's funny how they don't listen to my actual words.
It's funny how I have to go to the movies alone.
It's funny how life is cruel, and it always ends with another death.
It's funny how the good always die young, and the terrible live forever.
It's funny how they all like her just because she's foreign.
It's funny how racist jokes have gone school-wide.
It's funny how my secret spread so quickly.
It's funny how fast the grapevine grows.
It's funny how he got her pregnant, and then disappeared the next week.
It's funny how we work so hard to give life, just for it to end years later.
It's funny how mommy turns her head when he beats me.
It's funny how I'd rather sit in my room than go out on the weekend.
It's funny how she pretended not to know when I was crying in the loo.

But the funniest of our wall . . . Is that none of this is funny to all."