Why!

Why...
Am I so nice to people who treat me like dirt,
Kicking me around like I can never get hurt.
Yea, I might hide what I feel, hold my tears,
But that doesn't mean that they aren't there.

Why...
Can't people treat others like they're all normal,
They, we, are all people like them, not immortal.
We are all from this world, not from outer space,
We all were born on earth not some other place.

Why...
Do people judge others by their beliefs and race,
If someone is too fat,too skinny or even their face.
Sometimes the way their hair is or what they wear,
They laugh and mock them as if they can't hear.

Why...
Can't these people realize what they are provoking,
People crying because of what has been spoken.
They need a big smack or just a good talking to,
To show them that we all have feelings, yes we do.