How It Hurts

People are cruel
Why do they stare?
What are they doing?
Stripping me bare

Taking my dignity
Torturing so slow
Knowing that it hurts me
Making me feel low

Criticizing the way I live
Critiquing how I feel
Hurting me beyond belief
Making it hard to deal

The pain just seems to stay there
Even after I get away
Away from all of the staring
After being put on display

What is it that they get
Does it make them feel strong?
Hurting me the way they do
What did I do wrong?