Making my small world harder

People laughing at me
Trying to smack me with insult
And no hands
Making their gigantic eyeballs bounce
Like a tennis game dance
I have to recite backwards
They won't give me one second
 to relax myself
No seconds to enjoy my worn out day
Can't get my head clear
With them young folks drawing nearer
To where I didn't invite
 their rude expressions
People working hard around me
But they are working harder at examining my every move
Examining my every gesture
Making my small world harder
I wonder why the world refuses to see
The wonder of me: my warm smiles, my bright laugh, my precious words
They can't see or pay it attention
Making my small world harder