What is so bad?

Great. Here we go again. Another one of those nights. They expect me to do all the work around here, how is that fair? I dance all night long, as bright and energetically as I can, and they pay me no attention. But if someone gets too close, now I'm the bad guy. It's my fault when things go wrong, even if they're the ones who started it. And they keep me so confined! I am never free! When I finally make it out, they take all my food away and starve me. Then I just have to wait around again until the next time that they decide I'm good enough to look at every once in a while.

On the flip side, some people are afraid of me. Won't even look at me, and sometimes even ask other people to get rid of me. Some thing I smell bad, those comments are hurtful. Others use my name as a verb for something bad happening. In reality, I've been here longer than all of them, I'm far older, and I will still be here when they are all gone. In fact, for years, I can remember being worshipped. I was the most important thing in their lives. Now, I'm seen as a novelty prop at the best of times, and a killer at the worst.

All I try to do is survive, just like any other energy. So what is so bad about fire?