They Talk.They Laugh. They Judge.10-4-10 Poem by FRANCHELLY LUNA

They talk. They laugh. They judge. But they don't even knowme. They say that I'm depressed. Why, is it because I wear black? Why, is it because I choose to be alone? Or is it because I like the feel of a blade on my skin? Or is it because I don't talk to anyone anymore? They laugh at me because I'm different. Because I'msomething they could never be. Because I dare to do things they don't would/could never do.They judge me and try to tear me down and they hate me because they can't. But that doesn't hurt me, what does hurt though is the fact that they don't know me, yet they try so hard to destroy me. what hurts is that they're always trying to bring me down and all I do is smile.They're the reason I am who I am. They're the reason I do the things I do.