I'm Wondering How Other People See Me

The Nothing I Have Become... I see you there standing across the room with your look of disdain. You ridicule me, poke fun and call me whatever your depraved mind can come up with. You and your friends chastise me for the cloths i ware, how I look and the company I keep. I am but an outsider to you, never excepted and always put down. My life is a living hell from all the hate that is thrown at me and for what? Nothing that's what. All i am is a tool for your amusement, someone that can be tossed aside like yesterdays garbage. Is this all I am too you, is this how you really see me?