Perhaps the Familiarity Warrants the Disrespect

I've already done the pauper bit.
And discovered quick,
An array of sentiments in my direction sent.

I've done the all for one and one for all crusades.
To be kicked to the curb several times.
And then to be given 'attitude' and 'shade'.

I've attempted to give and received a lot that was rotten.
But I have never forgotten where I've come from.
I am there physically to be seen.
And perhaps the familiarity warrants the disrespect.