Why does my heart feel so heavy?

Why do I feel so burdened down?

I feel the weight of the world,

dragging me down, crushing me.

I see you across the room,

still doing what you did then.

Gossiping and spreading rumors,

lying and pretending.

It’s so cool to be the one who’s hated,

cool to be the victim, the hurt, the broken.

I’ve settled my wrongs at the altar,

I’ve been absolved of my crimes.

Why then do I feel so burdened by you?




Why do I love those with no love for me?

Over and over I give my heart away

only to have it broken and returned,

ill used and and betrayed.

Jesus said, “love your enemies,

show kindness to those who hate you.”

Who are my enemies?

I can’t say that I hate anyone.

If an enemy is one who hates me,

then I have several hundred of them.

I don’t understand why they do,

when I’ve invested so much in them.

I only ever wanted their approval,

but they gave rude remarks and hateful stares.

Why do I love those with no love for me?

I suppose I’ll never know the answer.