Spare me, spare you

(Warrning this is a poem .. just so you know in case you're not a poem person :D)

You see me and you judge me,

you judge me by what i wear,

you judge me by how I act.

But do you know what is inside me?

Do you know how i feel about things,

or what I've been through?

Is it so fun to look down on me

without learning a single fact?

I also feel bad when bad words are said to me,

I might not show it out,

I might even smile and laugh,

but every time I break a little inside.

How do YOU feel when YOU'RE insulted?

It doesn't feel good now does it?

Every bad word you say to me

will eventually  break me down slowly.

So please, not only spare my feelings,

but also everyone elses.