What Did I Do To You

Hello.
You think you know me?
You think its your job to make my life hell?
Really?
Oh you do ....
Do you.

You know my name,
Not my brain.
You know my age,
Not what I like, eat, enjoy, laugh at, cry at or find strange.
You call me weird, different, a freak.
Or is it my attention you really seek.

I tired to fit in,
i really truthfully do.
To be how people wanted me too.
To understand make up, gossip and dating.
Not just not caring, laughing and stating.
I am not like you don't you see.
That maybe I am what I am suppose to be.

I know I'm not perfect, I look in the mirror.
I see my face, my eyes, my mouth, my nose and my ears.
I see that I am not what you think.
But to your level I refuse to sink.

You think because I'm not on your level,
That I am automatically below you.
You and your crew.
Well maybe you are not on mine.
I am old enough to understand that not everyone is kind.
But at least I can say I tried.
To be nice to all no matter how big the knife that they stick in my back.
No matter their background or history.
Maybe their own mystery.
But at least I can say that I tried.

I may sound bitchy but all I want to know.

Is why you bully, tease and are plainly cruel to me.

And what I did to you.
That made you hate me so.