I’m not bulletproof
I hear you, I see you looking at me.
Just because I am not responding, does not mean I can’t hear, see and feel the sharp, nasty words and looks thrown my way.
Just because I am not crying, does not mean I am bulletproof and your words and stares do not hurt me.
Just because I am not cowering in the corner in shame does not mean I do not want to or know you think I should
Just because I am not yelling and screaming while you spit hatered and judgement at me doesn’t mean the small strong voice in me is not cursing you.
Just because I am different than you, does not mean I am less than you.
I hear you and I see you and while you wonder how I can be holding my head high, I wonder why you are holding yours so high.