The Unfair Poem

It is not fair my heart to tear away in pieces on the wind.

Lying there I do not care, to live injustice or repair,

such damage done by you.

I shout and pout, "How dare, how dare!"

How dare you hurt me so.

But do you care - oh no, no, no!

In your face and words do show.

Where am I supposed to go?