When I Get Mad

I feel people are slowly, through the years, managing to dispense of dirty laundry of things I did that I thought fit the crime.  I'm supposedly riding on it.  It's too bad.  I don't even remember what started it.  I think it was something to do with race, one thing, though.  If you're interested in someone's well-being, that shouldn't ruin things, but, oh well, everything's ruined for me.  I mean, I didn't do anything to deserve it.  I don't believe in being treated a step down, just because of what's going on in the world around me.  That's not my fault!