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I was a victim
So weak
And meek
Blinded by a fear
That around me
Had no right
To ever be
Anywhere near
You surrounded me
With hate
I swear even you
Didn't really
Understand
And laughed
At me and my suffering
Like my life to you
Was nothing more
Than just a game
And I your
Favorite verbal
Punching bag
And pathetic little
Play thing
You were young
Yes that is true
Maybe you knew not
What it was
That you were doing
But you were so cold
And I know I was targeted
I know because I wasn't
The only one who was
You barely knew my name
Before I became your target
I would ask what I did
But I know now
That wasn't it
I could have done
Everything right
And I still would
Have been screwed
That was your doing
You, yes you
That was your desicion
No desicion of mine
Would have mattered
I was targeted
But I hold no grudge
In fact I thank you
For teaching me
Exactly how to
Never treat anybody
And that if I ever
Want to be a good person
All I really have to do
Is be the exact opposite
Of every single one of you