What I Have Done I Do Not Know Poem by Gabriel Mapati

In a room full of people, I feel alone.
Pretenders and backstabbers form a circle and block me in.
I can feel their eyes impelling through my skin.
They feel nothing but hate and disgust, they are mean.
Jealousy over-shadows their fake smiles, though nothing of mine i own.
What I have done I do not know.

Even the people I call my family look at me with eyes of hate.
They see me quiet they see peace.
What they do not see is how loud I am screaming inside.
How I wish someone could hear my screams in silence.
But then again, that would satisfy my enemies.
What I have done I do not know.

Troubles follow me as I walk through the roads of life, yet they do not see it.
Like everyone else I face life's cruelty.
My hands are covered in dirt.
Bruised are my feet and hands through the painful work that I do, yet they still hate.
What I have done I do not know.

None I have hurt, yet they still hate.
None I have wished bad, yet they wish me death.
None I have wronged yet they push me off my path.
I weep inside fro my tears have dried out.
What I have done I do not know.

For love I search, but of course I find none.
With no one to hold my hand, I go through life alone.
What I long for is a friend, not many but one.
One who would tell me what I have done.
For what I have done I do not know.