Plastic bags and paper moles,

The internet is full of trolls.

Who will not mock me to my face,

On my religion, thoughts, and race.

But when they hide behind a screen,

And think their actions go unseen,

By everyone except for me,

They spew out venom gleefully.

I am, to them, no longer me,

But just a name upon the screen.

To be the bulls eye of their rounds,

The "idiot" ripe to tear down.

Snickering that, regrettably,

The world produced someone like me.