Unfair

I have been offended, mistreated, characterized quite unfairly

Much to these people's daringly

Calculating cunningness and unsympathetic stride

That accumulated because of their inflated, unjust pride

What have I done wrong?

I am simply a mashed up chemical mess held in a pair of tongs

And am simply neglected, rejected, dejected

In their eyes

But not in mine.

After all, their mentalities are flawed

Their thoughts and actions are sharply clawed

And their ways of life shall backfire on them

I am not suffering bad luck

For their lives shall soon turn to muck

Because their ruthless ways will only make them suffer

But will not affect my innocence and will only make me tougher.