Cacti & Paper Airplanes

Indignant

Oh, what have I done to deserve

The hatred and disgust that you serve?

Where has my patience and kindness bought

The anger that I've incessantly fought?

Is it my voice?

For I scarcely use it.

Is it my choices?

For they rarely hurt you.

Is it my mind?

And here we pause.

I see quite clearly the prejudice you hold.

You hate what I am though I be not bold.

Always you leave me for greener places

Leaving me to friendless spaces.

I can serve.

I can wait.

But I'll only see hate.

Oh, what have I done to this world

That rejection to me is hurled?

I have patiently faced the tsunami alone.

I have changed; I have grown!

But society is still the same

Ever inflicting its unjust pain.