It hurts.

Deep down inside, it hurts.

Shaking sanity's foundations, driving the knife further into me. This is true suffering.

Not knowing where to step, how to dress, how to be, who to be. I'm losing my grip.

I'm all alone. In a crowd, at school, at a party, the other faces are just pictures. I don't fit in.

I'm different, not in skin color, not in religion, not in beliefs, just different. I'm the hunted animal.

Look at me, pain etched upon my face, learn from my suffering. Feel my pain.

The laughter, the name-calling, the prodding, the poking, each on another projectile in my stoning. How much further must I crawl?

Listen to my words, feel my suffering through them, see the hurt, feel the pain. Help me.

Help me.