Laughing Notebook

As I write my day’s events in my notebook,

I wonder if my notebook is laughing at me

Does it mock me as I cry myself to sleep?

Just like every girl, it’s all the same

I’m that guy who was always the last to be picked for a team

I just ask for a friend, but it’s too much to ask

I want to meet a girl who’s into me

Why must they always laugh at me?

Everyone gets pleasure from my pain

Why must they call me such demeaning names?

I do not want money or fame

Just friends who can help carry my pain

Still they continue to laugh at me

I’m just a moving target for practice by emotional hurt

Words that stick stronger then any bond or agent

A past of cloudy joy and ever changing happiness

Then I write it all down in my notebook, can I help to wonder is it too laughing back at me