Angry At Some People's Treatment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling into deepened feelings, filling every atom with the being
of my essence without me.
Finding fault with the outside world, getting angry at the way
it's treating me in sideways glances and mercurial anger.
Wondering why I always have to be on the outskirts of time, where
people come into my life whole-heartedly, giving freely of their
friendship, then turning around and slapping me in the heart with
audacious abusive attitudes.
Crying inwardly, not letting them see that the way I'm being
treated is the meanest thing they could ever do to a person, so
sensitive and attuned to the way it hurts to the core of my soul.