• To all who surround me
    to those who never look my way
    I am not even a soft breeze
    on an early winter's day
    I cannot be seen
    cannot be heard
    until those tormenters
    try to mess with me
    for they know I'm a nerd
    others just walk past
    will this treatment always last
    time goes by swift and sure
    one learns in time how they can endure
    but does that ever stop the pain
    amazing the fact that I am still sane.