What do they expect of me ? Part 1

I've always thought of myself as ordinary, common, usual. I'm like a speck of dirt on someones shoe. Ignored. Neglected. Rejected. Bullied. Destroyed. Depressed. The list could go on forever. I feel like a wanderer marooned on an island. Instead of feeling lonely I felt I was in the aloneness. No one to care.
Even parents. It was down to them. My pain. My depression. Since the minute I fell from heaven. Or came from hell, I was unwanted. So know all I expect to
come 'home' to is a cardboard box and stale leftovers. Pets have a better life than me. Well I could say that but some pets are in the same situation as me.
Backing down in corners. Hurtful words, hurtful hits. For my way of living was not what you'd expect. It's inhumane. Cruel. Destructive of someones feelings.
For nothing but their own pleasure of the tears coming from the victim. The blood coming from the prey. The predator coming to destroy of the prey's hopes
and dreams. Their goals in life. But achieving things in life, even as much as getting a decent job is hard when your skin is a different colour.