Every laugh is about me.
You pick through my stuttered words with a fine-toothed comb
separating the regrettable nonsense from the overly thought out statement.
Every disapproving eye is locked on
my protruding belly,
and double chin.
Irrationally obsess that everyone
is highly concerned with how I look
and what I say,
but really no one cares.
I wish I felt as invisible as I really am.