Why do you do it?

Why do you always judge me?
Why do you think it’s fair?
Why do you always call me names?
And not even wait till I’m not there?

Why do you label me harshly?
Why do you have the right?
Why do you make me feel hurt and upset?
And make me cry myself to sleep every night?

Why am I being hurt by a Barbie?
Why am I listening to your words?
Why do you have names for everyone?
And why are we called "populars" and "nerds"?

Why do you kick me in public?
Why do you laugh as I bleed?
Why do all those people around you,
Attend to your every need?

Why do you think you’re the boss of me?
When really to me you’re worth s***?
Why do you come up to me the very next day?
And remind me how I’m just not with it?

Why do you call me mental?
Why am I the one acting sane?
Why do I keep thinking that over?
As you hurt me again and again?

Why do you say I’m a Goth?
Why do you say she’s a w***e?
Why do you go around killing people inside?
And watching as each person’s heart is torn?

Why do you find this so funny?
Why do you think this is life?
Why don’t you get not everyone’s life is easy,
Some are filled with strife?

Why don’t you want to read this?
Why are you afraid of who’s beneath?
Why do you make people think you are strong?
When you’re actually as frail as a leaf?

Why don’t you just say sorry?
Why don’t you spare yourself more shame?
Now I know...you’re game is up,
You aren’t going to mess with me again

©Elle

*I don’t believe in labelling people so I’m sorry if anyone’s been called a ‘Barbie’ before…it’s not a bad thing*