Would you like an Umbrella?

theres a part of me that commends all of you who are still being bullied today
that unlike me you were true to who you is,
to what you means
all of me has always been consructed to everyone, like the perfect food for any customer
waiting for the people around me to gobble me up, and smile, closing their eyes telling society that he made me perfectly, to a point
meanwhile i was supposed to be full of sweets, soft to squeeze, crumbling at even a slight glance, even though my chef proclaimed i was made for greater things
people put together with chopped up imagination, a pinch of hatred, and a sizzling realization that never burns
still soaking wet from the tears of not knowing who i am,everyone dripping of what they should be, some of us slipping,
acid rains thoughts of suicide, and an insanity of being nice
giving umbrellas of humanity
is the first step to the fight.