Why

Why?

Why is it that they look at me

through their scornful eyes tainted by ignorance

through their glasses, made vague by the fog of misplaced judgement

My pleas do not reach their ears

my tears are hidden from their sight

It is not that they can not see, but that they choose not to

selective sight

they see only the me they wish to see

one they can judge

one they can discard

one they can alienate without remorse

Is that my duty to society? 

Am I to be the bridge stepped upon so that others may connect to others?

If that is my fate then may i resign to it. 

The why matters not. 

I live not for myself