I Am

I sit.
They stand.
I cry.
They laugh.
Who am I?
I am the outsider,
Always left abandoned,
Always swallowing tears.
I want to drain their words from my tears.
My tears warp my vision so I cannot see.
I am barely breathing.
I am blind.
And the only thing I hear is their laughter.
I taste the bile from the way I feel.
I feel like I am nothing.
I don't really know who I am.
So how do I know I am not what they say?

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