Just another reject

Worn-out. Useless. Helpless. Alone. Pushed away from society.

Thrown away, wondering what I ever did to make them hate me so. People say bad things happen to bad people. So what did I do?
I hear the whispers every single one. Never the less I keep a strong face and turn the other cheek. Hoping, praying they will give it up.
But they don't. They wait in the shadows for me to let my guard down then they pounce, like a lion and a helpless gazelle. And just like that gazelle I always lose the fight.