Why is it all an endless

Struggle for me?

Why do I feel like everything

I do is unrequited?

I try my best, I really do,

So hard I work for the

Acceptance of society,

Those who think they're above me,

Those who love to walk on me.

I only want some love,

Not endless, scornful hate.

The whiplashed, forked tongue,

Raking itself across my cheek,

As I turn the other way,

Waiting for the next blow,

Unable to protect myself,

Unable to stand up for myself,

But yet trying so hard

To fit in, to be one.

The cruel hand of society

Spanking my bottom as I

Run with my tail between my legs,

Unable to deal with it