Invisible
I do exist and can be seen, but
Never to those who are kind to me.
Vulgar words, and physical pain
Is the sight that I sustain.
Such harsh life do I recieve.
It hurts and I do cry, to scream and
Be free Is what I truly yearn.
Left alone, I rise from the ground and keep going
Every bully may be seen as an obstacle, to me they are my pedestal.