Nothing, Really

It’s been said many times that life is what you make of it…
But do I deserve this ridecule?
Each time I’ve tried to put my “life” back together, I’ve been shunned still.
I’m not saying I want to be well-liked, perish the thought. No, I’d just like to be left alone by those who hate me.
Makes me wonder…why do those I hate feel the need to propose their hatred for me over and over?
It is their kind who’ve truly turned what was once potential into dust. They are the reason this world is dying.
But I shall wash them away soon.
And they shall be nothing.