Write about something you were made fun of

I'm unsure why, but mine seemed to drift away
Not both, but just one, like I wasn't paying
Enough attention to what you were saying, 
But I assured you I was, especially when 
You asked me where I was looking. 
And I grew to hate them, the color the
Same as mud, stomped on with careless
Children and their boots. And their shape
Of the cheapest almonds, and their 
Sensitivity to light and words. Their
Sensitivity to your taunts. Then we had 
Decided they had enough, so I let them 
Stick needles inside and woke up a 
Drug lord with a redness sharper than
The Devil's shadow, similar to your
Words. But today, they are glossy like the
Beautiful mediterranean. And they will be 
Okay. Because they do not see the world 
In that careless way that yours do, but
My eyes see its and its people and
Appreciate it a little more than you do.