If they felt it wrong too

PeepingFrom behind the window fencesWitnessing his flimsy defensesMy slowly drowning eyeballsMy flickering visionMy zipped up jaws.I didn’t know my nameI didn’t know his eitherI was an innocent toddler Didn’t even learn to speak By then. While they were all laughing except him. From a very little by then That I had learnt I should’ve clapped…