Why me?

I get home and start to cry
I go up to my room and wish I would die
Just because of the colour of my skin,
Because I'm too fat or because I'm too thin

I didn't choose to be this way,
It's not my fault that I'm not the same,
In the morning, I dread going to school,
Because I know I'll never be cool

People say that words can't hurt
But they make me feel like dirt
I just wish that you could see
What it's like to be like me.

James

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James O'Halloran