persecution

Why do you trample upon my dreams
And crush them like dead leaves under your shoe?
You have no right.
I am a person, with feelings.
Maybe you didn’t realize that,
Since you are so wrapped up in yourself.
Vain, conceited, arrogant, uncouth;
There are many words that describe you.
I am not nothing.
I am, in essence, more than you’ll ever be;
And too good
To let your rude remarks hurt me.
Therefore, be gone,
And prey no more on innocent souls
To assuage your insecurity.