As I walk down the road <br />People laugh at me <br />At the way I look <br /> <br />For I am no different <br />From them as they are from me <br />We all look the same <br /> <br />People through trash at me <br />They do it because I am different <br />But I don’t stoop to there level <br /> <br />I restrain my anger <br />And force it on to myself <br />I hold it in until the last possible second <br /> <br />And then I explode.<br /><br />Tobias Gray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diffrent/
