My Beef

I say the company
Taught me a few things,
Like how alone we all are,
Or to never again be trusting
But what they really did
Was reflect me to me:
In their handling, and my response,
I was forced to see
How deeply I attach, work for,
Admire, and even yearn
For those who withhold from me
The most basic concern.
I asked for common dignity;
They arrogantly, smugly pushed me away
They refused to listen, to confess, to care,
And I miss them anyway

What is there to miss,
But being mistreated?
And what’s wrong with me

That I do miss them.

Why do I love the people
Who cannot or will not love me?

I’m so broken.