A Funhouse Mirror

[billy]

i quite like the title in relation to the poem. how they make us look absurd.
after the first few passes i get the feel you clould clip a little of the poem, not much but some

There are women whose laugh I’ve learned to hate,
needling at my pride as I stumbled through a joke
I never thought was funny. why tell it? a suggestion would be [that would never be funny]
 
I used to love some of these women, [i loved]
as they tore my limbs from their sockets a suggestion [that tore me limb from socket]
in attempt to mould the perfect man.
 
I used to cringe when their eyes met mine, [i cringed]
shrinking at the thought of inadequate wit, looks, or standing.
 
I know what I am –
and there are women who laugh with me
at the stupidity of my jokes,
the blemishes on my face,
and the silliness of a man with no limbs. i like this line a lot, it makes the 1st person defenceless. not sure if the juxtaposition of this  last stanza was meant, but it can be taken that there are people who laugh with you, unlike those in the first part of the poem; who laugh at you