What shes feeling

She hears her name called,
As she turns around to respond,
They point at her, they laugh at her.
They tear her apart every day.
They talk as if she wasnâ??t even there,
The words are getting old.
Why donâ??t they understand?
Her pain is not their gain.
Her thoughts are:
Can they not see me? Donâ??t they even care?
I am suffocatingâ?¦and i sick of waiting,
For things to change. Sick of this hopeless hope.
What do they see in me? What they see is not me!
Suddenly sheâ??s all-alone pushed away for no reason.
Running from her pain, but it finds her out.