Why do some do so?

A short poem

There are many who prick while moving on to see if I would react.
They hurt and pinch and punch and tease and when still I remain calm
they look and watch.

I used to feel dejected and infuriated
and would cry on my own.
Then another day when
I went past the students
A newly admitted kid asked me
Why I was not having the same vibes
as before and then I saw another
one watching me sympathetically
and I remembered the innocence
in my little girl's face
I rose up like a phoenix.