It's A Joke

It hit me, you hit me.

I say, “Ow.”

But I remind myself it’s a joke.

It hit me, your words hit me like sticks and stones.

I left, went to my room and tried not to cry.

Because it’s only a joke I remind myself.

I push my earbuds in farther,

letting the music take over my thinking.

Turn it up all the way until I can’t hear,

your joke replaying in my head.

It hit me, you hit me.

I go to my room,

analyze my skin where you made contact.

Right before I let the first tear drop,

the bruise whispers, “It’s a joke.”