Why i wish

The people around me just don’t understand,
They might as well walk though me.
I have a target painted on me somewhere,
I just can’t find it.
I wish I could just disappear, if only for a few hours,
so no one can ridicule me.
I am a person too, but people just don’t see me that way.
I am an object to be used as willed
Tell me why you do this
Why you get pleasure out of my pain
Tell me why you think its fun to see me cry
Why do you think it’s a good thing that I feel two centimetres tall?
You were never there;
I was some one you could tell what to do
I was the one that took your crap when no one else cared
I was the shoulder that you cried on, when no one else listened.
Tell me why you do this
Why you put all your energy into hurting me
Tell me why you’re never there to listen to me
Why do you think I am to be used at will?
I wish to disappear and never come back
But what would that do?