Rejection

I don’t know why they did it to me,
That day,
Out of all the people who were there.
What made me so subhuman?
The mental illness?
There must be something about me that
People want to abuse.
Human beings can get used to anything,
They say.
And time heals everything, eventually.
The only place I feel calm is in bed.
I suppose it’s like rejecting birth
And staying in the womb,
Safe from all the coldness.