People call me a freak because I'm different.
Is that any reason to treat me like dirt?
What have I done to deserve this bad treatment?
Is the dirt of the Earth all in the world that I'm worth?
Does it really matter what I look like or how I act?
How can my heart be shattered when my body's still intact?
What is the reason for all the hatred in this world?
I can't understand this; my mind's in a whirl.
*I was awarded the poetry.com Editor's choice award for this poem in May 2007*
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