I opened myself up to ridicule
when I revealed my comfortless heart.
Now I’m just your April Fool.

The taunts from you were minuscule
yet shred my soul apart.
I opened myself up to ridicule.

I should have used a cutting tool
to sever ties from the start.
Now I’m just your April Fool.

I know now you were always cruel,
built me up to break apart–
I opened myself up to ridicule.

I kept quiet with your overrule–
I’m glad I’m safe for the most part.
Now I’m just your April Fool.

Filled with shame like a wading pool;
Examine me, I’m modern art!
I opened myself up to ridicule.
Now I’m just your April Fool

[This is 1 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II  for a National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The object is to write  one poem per day.]