Is It Me?

I have noticed of this for aeons of ages,
I have asked of this from the start,
 Is it me or your distorted view of reality
 That’s keeping us worlds apart?
Does the sight of me repel you,
Or is my mind too shallow?
Or is my taste of life too primitive,
For your ’fancy’ mind to swallow?
Is my background too inferior
To the world of yours and kind,
That no matter what I do now
You never bother, never mind?
Is it true that you think
 No matter how I excel in what I do,
You would rather have that mediocre,
Or even simpleton, kind of you?
Well, of course, I know your answers,
 Petty justifications for wicked deeds;
 And why you think you’re entitled
 To agonize me till my heart bleeds.