I Don’t Know Why
I don’t know why,
but hatred burns when he walks by—
and with his friend beside his side,
it twists my heart, it scars my pride.
They stare as though I’m small and weak,
as if my silence makes me meek.
They stand like saints above the sky,
pretending pure, pretending high.
Holier, smarter—what a show,
their poison smiles, their voices low.
They act like gods, but truth is clear:
the stench of arrogance is here.
Oh God, please keep them far from me,
from every wound they cannot see.
From every word that breaks my bones,
from nights I fight my thoughts alone.
Help me erase this hate inside,
this storm I’ve never learned to ride.
Take every curse, each angry spark,
and guide me safely through the dark.
If they intend to crush my soul,
then draw a line they can’t control.
Let distance be my shield and light,
my strength, my peace, my lungs, my fight.
And teach me how to rise above,
to trade my rage for deeper love.
Not for their sake—
but mine alone,
to build a kingdom
from my throne.
