Was It True? Poem by Somali Mukherjee

My heart gnaws me down,
Shattering my all to the ground.
Human nature is treacherous,
Hindering in keeping promises;
The slogan of 'It's mine'
Has become the be-all-and-end-all
At present, resulting in great fall.
Sadistic snobbery knocks me down;
I feel wounded; my heart bleeds;
Was it for this that
The rapport grew up
Brick by brick, piece by piece?
Everything seems a false mockery,
Whenever people give vent to snobbery.