Remember believing me to be a joke?
And in my presence you'd whisper and talk,
With other folks.
Who too thought of me as a fool too!
And I am sure you remember it,
Just like I do.
I bet you wish those yesterdays gone.
Not to exist.
Since it has to have occurred to you,
I had to have been laughing at you inside.
And I was but ironically with empathy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.