Bully Me Not

I know I am different from many others, because I am unlike the rest, maybe because the way I wear my hair or my own style of clothing I choose to wear, I know from head to toes I feel unique, I mean why else would anyone pick on me...
Who knows, I would lie if I said that it did not bother me, just maybe it is just me feeling insecurities, or would it be because I barely speak, I constantly keep to myself for many times I am overwhelmed with insensitive words that they have said about me, usually directly not even indiscreetly...
And all this secretive gossip is always followed by laughters knowing they are filling me with misery, I have asked myself more times than I can count why me, why was I born to be beneath someone else's feet...
Just yesterday I was forced to belittle myself just once more, this time even more than the last time my dignity hit the floor, I even implored as I begged for mercy, but no one cared, they just laughed at me...
I have even noticed people that I have never seen before whispering while looking straight at me, all I want is just to fit in, in reality I just want all this to end...
I have cried deeply many times over because they have cut me deeper than any of their eyes will ever see, in the darkest part of my bedroom I sat in thought hoping that my mother will not look for me, maybe because I am starting to believe in what they all think of me...
Just maybe they themselves were picked on as a child and now they have chosen to pick on me just because I may appear to be weak, maybe on the day I chose to speak it will be with someone of authority, someone that can protect me, just maybe this way they will understand that I am not to be bullied anymore...

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