my days

How many times must you degrade someone? How often will you let your words sting? With your look, you set off a thousand pains and your tone of voice disturbs me. I am not meant to be subjected to hate, but then, who in this world is? Twist my thoughts against me and prove to everyone my lack of worth. Displeasure seeps out of your every action and I am hurt. Somehow it feels that if I were to succeed it would make you angrier still, I question why. This conceited belief of superiority hovers over the door. When I kneel down to pray I block out the roar of this artificial life and lend my ear to the melodies of my Beloved. He will keep me safe, I take one step closer to Him and He will hold me close while the words echo in my mind… “Do men think when they say 'We believe' they shall be let alone and not be put to proof?”