The torment on the outside

Seems to never get to me

When others look at me 

through their own eyes,

But why not 

Look at me 

Through my eyes.

You may just learn something

About me that you never knew.

You may just see

A truth that you saw falsely.

You may just see

That the sticks and stones 

That you always throw

Have already pierced my skin

And penetrated deep down

Into the darkest places

Within my very being.

Please look at me

Through a set of eyes 

That are not your own.

Please look at me

Before you throw another stick or stone.