How?

Some People Look at me and yell “ginger, no soul, Heartless” And do it without a second thought.

They look at me like a stereotype, a number, a Loser, but they don’t know me.

They don’t know I cry at night to the words they shouted; to insults they flung.

They don’t understand their insults drive me to be the best I can. To be better than whoever they are.

But what they don’t know is I don’t cuss or Fling Insults. Because insults are flung by the weaker man.

I don’t attack back. because that is what they want…

So I go back home and cry. I write down the feelings I have inside

Because no one will know what they’ve inflicted on me. Because that’s all they ever wanted

So to the people that throw insults like it’s day old bread. why?

Why do you hurt people you don’t know?

Why do you attack people you have no reason to attack.

How do you live with yourself knowing you’re the weaker man insulting purer people than yourself

And how do you live with yourself knowing that people like you led my brother to suicidal thoughts

How do you live with yourself?

How?