The world.

When you say those things you say,
In your own inimitable way,
Your sleekness gives it power.
It may take a minute, or an hour,
But I see the things that other don't.
I see the meaning in the thought.
I shrivel at what your heart and mind,
Can think, because it is unkind.
How can you not see the pain,
You cause in others.  You deal in shame.
I sometimes despise you, sometimes pity.
When your heart is good, the world is pretty.