I feel as though I walk with a target on my forehead,

A sign saying "Please mess with me, it's fun",

My pleas to leave me be are left ignored,

And I consider my escape, a gun,

I want to look into their minds,

To discover why they tease me so,

Why they hurt me and make me want to cry,

Do they ever wonder how bad things are for me?

Or do they just laugh at me without a care in the world?

I still stand for others who are taunted,

And they've learned to stand for me,

Because we're not alone,

We all have things going on,

And we try to be each others safe haven

I only wish I could help those who taunt me so,

Because how badly do you have to hurt to hurt someone else?