One of these things is not like the other

And it doesn't belong.

She shouldn't subject herself to it every time, but she does and hopes for once it changes. And it never does. The jokes never cease, the humiliation never ends. She always wants to run to the bathroom and cry. Who is she? She's me.

I should never have reached out, it always blows up in my face. Yet it's the only thing I have. And I can't give up on it. But the jokes, the teasing never end. It never stops. Why?

I always go home feeling worse than I did going in. Just once. PLEASE.

-Katie