Pointing at me, judging me.
Never knowing the truth of what you see.
Use harsh words to bring me down.
See me cry and see me frown.
Judging who you think I am.
Instead of learning what you can.
Talk to me and you will see,
I’m not the person you thought I’d be.
My feelings are there, just like yours.
You smash through them like swinging doors.
Do you care how you make me feel?
Come talk to me, let’s make a deal.
Don’t call me names, don’t laugh at me.
Don’t point and stare. See what you see.
I am a human, same as you.
My feelings hurt.
You did that too.