Hate

Hate.
That's what they feel for me
everyday.
The dirty looks
exposed rumours,
the whispering, the
laughing, 
pointing and giggling,
discrimination.
Looking 
disgusted
with my hair
and my clothes
and my nails
because I'm 
different,
not the same as 
everybody else.
Not a clone, or
obsessive
over 
love
and aspects of life that don't
matter. 
Wondering why I
won't spill my
secrets,
who I love
what I love.
They never know how
much it 
hurts
when no-one
wishes 
to know your
name.
When they dislike you,
just because their
' friends'
think it's cool to
loathe 
others, to
bully, 
tease
and bring
pain
and
suffering.
They have it
set
in their
'perfect'
little minds
that because I'm
odd, 
There's no chance I
could be
talented, 
impossible that
I could be
beautiful
inside, 
that I could 
be a 
true friend.
Because
of course,
since I'm not
a
pop-loving,
mainstream
freak, 
I'm never 
going to be
accepted.

Author's Note

Ridiculous crap I wrote YEARS ago.