This Shame

Why should I feel this shame, this guilt?

Why should the hatred of others, the lack of understanding of others cause me to feel the shame that I do?

Why should I even care what they think?

They throw their hatred at me without even knowing it, cutting me though they don’t even know it.

Until bleeding, I die.

I die never having known the freedoms that all deserve.

The freedom to walk among this society without the shame or their judgement.

Totally free of the label’s and the stigmatized attitudes born from the ignorance of others long ago.

How could they be so small minded?

How do they let their ignorance, their hatred consume themselves?

Don’t they know how it rots them?

Yet I feel the shame because of who I am.