Why Are You All Mad At Me? Poem by Loidz Mythought

Why are you all mad at me?
I don't know why, I don't know how.
I search for reasons, yet only one is clear—
Am I truly that hard to bear?

Questions swirl inside my mind,
Am I too difficult, too blind?
Do they see a villain in me,
When all I seek is harmony?

I tried my best to win their grace,
Yet the path I walk feels cold and traced.
Labeled worthless, lost, insane,
Still, I smile and hide the pain.

They treat me like a stone unfeeling,
Yet my heart is worn and bleeding.
But the Lord, in love so bright,
Gives me strength, restores my fight.

They think I'm numb, that I don't break,
That I won't bend beneath the weight.
They strike me down with words like knives,
But they forget—I'm still alive.

For I am human, flesh and bone,
I feel the sorrow, hear the tone.
Yet I will rise and live each day,
Until the Lord calls me away.

And oh, how wonderful life can be,
With faith to heal and set me free.