The Girl with a Broken Funny Bone

“You’re so funny!”

You may think

And yes I’d agree

I’d laugh along with you 

But sometimes I’d make you uncomfortable 

Not on purpose

It’s just me with a broken funny bone

Peaking through 

People say when someone says 

“Their funny bone’s broken”

It means they don’t find humor in things

But I see it so strong and unbalanced 

Like it takes over

Without you realizing it

Before it’s too late to stop yourself

At first I thought I was just being fun

I’d make people laugh 

But then it became a euphemism 

That’s how I’d keep everyone distracted 

To make them laugh

Because maybe if they’d like me

I’d fit in

I always saw myself as many different people

Yet they all crowded over one main aspect 

Humor

I’d feel myself shift to match someone’s personality 

To fit in

Yet my actual self would peak through

With my broken funny bone

In a body that was designed to make people like me

It didn’t go well

I’d go too far 

I’d make people uncomfortable 

I made people not like me

People who were my “friends” left me

That wasn’t the plan 

The real me pushed itself out 

Then when I hid myself again

When I shoved it back in its cage

To fit in

They all came back

People treated me normal again

Not everyone

Definitely not everyone

But a lot of people did

Because no one likes someone

With a broken funny bone