It’s funny
Because the last interaction I remember
Having with you
Was when you chased me around with a frog
Because you liked the way I screamed
And now
You think you should tell me
I’m wrong.

It’s funny
Because you haven’t ever
Asked how I was doing
Told me my hair was pretty
Laughed at my jokes
Shared anything of yourself
With me;

It’s funny
Because it’s like you were just sitting there
Waiting for me
(I won’t flatter myself, 
Waiting for anyone)
To say something wrong
So you could correct them,
Me. 

It’s funny
Because I don’t care
What you think, don’t care
What you have to say;
To me you are still a bully
And I know you may have changed
Maybe. 
But still,

It’s funny
Because it feels like you’re 
Chasing me around again
With a frog
Waiting for a scream
But I’m not scared of frogs
Or you
Anymore. 

It’s funny
Because you helped me realize
I don’t care
You don’t even see me as
Me.
Why should I care
Whether you approve
Of me?
I shouldn’t
And don’t.

It’s funny
Because I wonder if I should thank you
For that:
For the frog that no longer makes me scream
The disapproval rolling
Like water off my back.