Do they see?
Do they care?
Can they feel the pain in me?
The Hurt, the fury, the despair?
This pain of rejection
Brings out tears of fury,
For, not only do they lack affection
But also competence as jury.
They know not right from wrong.
They seem not to, at least.
Is it because I don’t belong
Or am considered some form of beast???
I thought they were friends…
People to trust…
But apparently they transcend
To the valley of dust.
Not beautiful specks,
Not even some pleasant sight.
A Haze, as air’s annex…
Something gone by night.
Can’t wait for the night…
