I am the target of things that speak no truth; that Asian who, because of these lies, is pounded by questions on homework on problems that are too hard for me. I am shunned by everyone not of my race because of what my ancestors once did not that long ago; that girl who gets mistreated by people not in her family because of her background. I am China.

I am that jock, captain of the school football team, the one with the anger issues. I am beaten by my parents every day and get in fights everywhere I go. And yet, despite all this, people still talk. I am Carter.

I am that diva, that girl who rose to the top of the social pyramid, the one who doesn't care of anything but the rung upon which I stand on the ladder. I am the one that the gossip revolves around, both twisted facts and lies. I am the one who cries herself to sleep every night because of the insults and looks of hatred I get all throughout the day. I am Sophie.

I am the one hated by all races, the one who was born of a race once sought out to exterminate by an angry man born of it.I am a Jew, both by religion and by birth. I am the one without any friends because of those thousand or so lies spread about my race by him. I am Hakne.

I am one born of a slave family, the one that everybody thinks should still be a slave. I am that guy who tries to stand up for my rights but is always pushed back down. I am the "neggro" that lives on the corner of the block, in the ghetto because companies refuse to hire my parents because of the color of their skin. I am Shawn.

We are all victims, targets of pent up anger. We suffer every day because of misguided facts. Stereotypes, racism, gossip... lies. The center of our pain. Anger, depression, self-harm... suicide. Our ways of coping.

We are outcasts. We hate everyone and all because of what they put us through. But above everything, we hate ourselves.

We hate that we are not strong enough to take the punches for what they are and laugh them off. We hate that we are too weak to fight back and stand our ground. And we hate that we find there is only one option for us... Death.

Save us of our sorrow and hate. Stand up for that person over there who is getting pushed around and being called names. Talk to the one walking with their head hanging low.

Fight to keep a stranger going. The only thing between a person and the end of their life's rope is you.

Use the voice given to you and speak up. Stand up to save a life, and a life you will wave.

Thank you for reading! This PSA comes from the heart, for I am one of the people who is following this path, minus the death, and I really want things to change. Again, thank you, and please do take action.