Why do you laugh at me?
When I’m working very hard?
Do you think something’s funny?
When I’m trying to work and do my part?
Why do you laugh at something else?
When I’m trying to push, show and share?
Your laughter is making me feel anxious
And I carry more weight than I can bear.
I’ve lost faith and hope,
No matter how I tried;
“It’s no use”, I said,
So, I broke down and cried.
So the next time you see me,
Just let to let you know,
If you are going to laugh and crow,
Stop, think and see
The girl and her feelings (even though you can’t see).