invisible

This is a poem I wrote a while ago, it's from one of my days where my disability is invisible (aka no mobility aides) I was being mistreated by a staff at the train station.

you see me
but do you?
to your eyes
how do i look?
young girl with pink hair
a little dumb
flustered and shy
never giving eye contact
but do you know me
before you throw me
to the ground
and stomp on me
did you know?
I don't see like you do
did you even think
that something might
be wrong?
did you know?
I don't think like you do
I'm not stupid
just different
did you know?
I'm important in someones life
not just another useless youth
although not one person is useless
did you know?
that God loves you
and I forgive you
for your ignorance
did you know?
I cried today
because of your mistreatment
not because of physical pain
but the pain of being labeled
as stupid once again
by someone who doesn't know
that I am not invisible
only my disabilities are