I hate feeling this way, doubting myself, but as I grew up,
I realized it's not me. Yes, I am different, I am glad I'm different.
I care about others, People bully because they're jealous, they're insecure about themselves.
Even as an adult, I still have been the object of others cruelty for years,
It is sick to still witness this behavior from adults, no less young adults.
So now kids are thinking it is OK, but it's not.
I am not lowering myself to their level, I am tired of the cruelty.
I am a better person,
I am not going to be dragged down, or let this behavior continue.
Or else we are NO BETTER THAN THEM.
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