Non-believer

Outnumbered you stand,
Hated by those around you
Spat upon by would be friends.
They try and try
To make you,
To force you,
To change.
Failing that,
They condemn you,
Damn you,
Torture you.
But still you stand,
Outnumbered but not alone,
The heretics,
The infidels,
The non-believers.