As I walk down the road
People laugh at me
At the way I look

For I am no different
From them as they are from me
We all look the same

People through trash at me
They do it because I am different
But I don’t stoop to there level

I restrain my anger
And force it on to myself
I hold it in until the last possible second

And then I explode.

Tobias Gray

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diffrent/