Many people don't seem to realize that I am as much of a threat to society as they are...but i'm not.

They pick on me because of hair, of clothes, of style. Why can't I be left alone...if only for a while.
It never ends, with yelling, laughing, hitting. I winder when they will finally stoop down to spitting.
The lies, the hate. Endless regret. People can end thier own lives and that is what I fret.
What happens beyond thier control, is what happens to everyone...