I Don't Understand

The thing is, I don't understand.
I know I'm different, until now I embraced my uniqueness.
When you laughed, I assumed it was a joke.
Well I thought wrong.

The thing is, I don't understand.
Sure I don't like what's popular,
sure I skip around school,
sure I carry my school supplies in a bag,
sure I'm afraid of people,
sure I take classes in the Special Ed Hallway,
sure I read and write more often than I talk,
sure I visit the emotions counselor,
but when you said hello in that condescending way,
I never knew you were mocking me.

I just don't understand.
We take classes together,
I "helped" you with your homework,
I laughed with you.
But I never knew it was at me.

The thing is, I don't understand.
It always hurt before,
But I just thought I was oversensitive.
It took a teacher for my eyes to open,
A counselor for my true feelings to be revealed,
Feelings I wasn't aware I had been hiding.

I just don't understand!
We weren't friends,
But we weren't enemies!

Were we?

The thing is, I don't understand.
I may be less fit than you,
I may struggle more at school than you,
I may have different interests than you,
I may be less social than you,
But does that give you a reason to bully me?
A reason to ridicule me?

And I never even knew
Until now.