Stop laughing Stop pointing Stop staring at me Can't you see I'm hurt Beated Lying cold on the floor With nothing but guilt Guilt of having to be me Guilt that slowly consumes me Guilt which isn't supposed to be within me
I am me What's wrong with it I'm weird Calm and strange in a good way What's wrong with being myself that i get pointed, laughed and rejected at at the point of feeling guilty to be ME Me who sometimes wishes to exist among people!
This poem expresses the very experiences that i've gone through in life. Most of the time i've always been invisible to people but when i'm not i've probably been laughed at and teased. Sometimes i wonder what's wrong with me but then i try to think deeply as to what's wrong with those people!