No one listens to me,

I have no voice.

I have reason and logic and understanding

With research to back up my knowledge.

But nobody listens.

They just wipe away my words like unwanted dust.

Because that is all my words are.

Dust.

I have been told that I have a mind,

An intelligent one, one that could change the world.

But a world can not be changed if it does not want to

If it does not try to.

The world will do what it pleases,

Never thinking about the consequences of its actions,

Never considering the people it will affect.

To it, we are all

Dust.

I could be kind, and sweet, and near perfect.

I could make a person's day with just a smile

Or spend a whole day dedicated to helping a friend.

But if I make one mistake,

No matter how insignificant it may be,

All my useful actions are just

Dust.

No one is perfect.

We are all very flawed.

But while it is easy to remember that we are imperfect,

It is difficult to keep in mind that our heroes are no gods.

How often we cast them away when they stop being immortal

After they commit one small sin, in our eyes, they are

Dust.