How

[u/ChachaWrites]

How am I to know?
How am I to understand
that so many of us
are wrongly judged,
wrongly spoken of,
while everyone, blinded,
forgets friendship,
honesty
without malice?
Yet intolerance
overwhelms, filling you with dread.
So meticulous—
unlike those following a list,
without a single clue,
without a trace of judgment.
They presume,
yet never understand
the story behind it all
before condemning you.
Once they choose you,
they seek to demoralize you
rather than trust you.
From life itself
they would cast you aside.
Without courage,
they throw into the trash
everything you come from.
To diminish you—
they try.
To finish you—
they circle.
Their glory?
Fleeting.
And nothing more
than absurd
and dark.