Where is my discomfort? With your values never my own, why would I feel disconnected with those I honor. When you tell me my thoughts mean I am the slow and unkind. I only wished to exist and proceed with my family and not let your values be those of me and mine. I offer help to those I found value in, why can I not continue. My must I give to those who I do not care about? Why must I care?
Why do your fears affect me, when I don't trouble you with mine. You give me no aid and shun my ilk where is the golden land you speak of. I see some where I work head down my joys broken and yours held high in hand. Yet you call me worthless when I say no. Give me back my wonder the cities are grim and ugly, material and genetic.