Why me?

I know how people feellike bystanders and/or upstanders but, this story I'm the victim. It still goe on today, the words are like a knife stabbed into my side. the reason people think they have the right to call me homo. my only defense is to say something mean back. Or sometimes I laugh but the pain still lingers in my heart. Sometimes my best friend stands up for me and other times, it seems that she really doesn't care. But, the thing that really hate is that they say it to make it hurt. Then, I feel like crying but I have to stand my ground. I wish I had a little more upstanders like my teachers then, bystanders like my friends.