"December" by Giovanni Dania

December

I am that which feels but shouldn't,
I am he who is unfair yet treated unfairly.
Why take the high road, even when pushed,
When so many enjoy taking the low road?
Why show kindness and mercy,
When neither have been granted to me,
Nor have showing them done me any good?
When does selflessness pay off?
When does selfishness pay off?
Is there any point in sacrifice other than to feel that you've sacrificed?
Why is everyone convinced that they're not good for you?
Why does everyone know better than you what is good for you?
Why bother caring at all, when your love and devotion
Get thrown in your face as if they were nothing?

December 30, 2000