Sand in the Desert

Everyone’s rude,

Everyone’s crude,

Everyone’s horrid to me.

They all ignore me,

As if I’m just another

Speck of sand in the desert.

They acknowledge me for mere moments,

Then they turn.

I’m constantly walking,

While they shoot me with bullets.

I continue walking,

Praying for it to get better.

Everyone’s rude, crude, and horrid,

But only to me.