Different Poem by Colette Grosvenor

They say I'm different that's why they pick on me,
But then again we are all different aren't we?
We have different tastes in music and clothes,
If we were all the same we would be boring I suppose.
It's good to be different I hope you agree
Then maybe you will stop picking on me.
Do you pick on me because you have something to hide?
Maybe you think that picking on me will make your feeling subside.
If I were your friend I might be able to help you through,
And maybe then you could help me out too.