You try to be nice, when no one
Wants to share the same level of kindness, with you.
They only take you as some joke, as some person to poke at.
They don't think your feelings matter,
when, in the end they do.
Don't let them get to you.
What good are those bastards anyway?
Only be you.
Let your soul fly to the sky,
like a butterfly.
So that all may see.
That no one can pummel you down.