By Natalie Probst

Why?
Why do they do this to me?
I don’t understand.

Why can’t they just let me be?
“Go and die,” they tell me.
“Go rot in hole”
“Why do you exist?” they say

“You are not worth anything.”
Is it because I am so different?

Why can’t they just understand?
Do they think that they are
better than me?
Should I change who I am?

All these thought run through my head.
They won’t stop to let me think.
They are like a broken CD
Playing over again and again.

I know these people
don’t like me.
They probably want me gone.
They hurt me and break me.

But I don’t care what they think.
I just want to know why.
Why did they pick me?