They meant well.

I was the enemy. They were protecting their own.

I was the stray cat that hissed and spit and clawed

But secretly needed to be stroked

Who can blame them for turning me away.

I would do the same.

They feared my teeth and hated my claws.

And in anger, sprayed me with water and hate to send me away.

We're all just human.

We all do what we think is right and noble.

Sometimes it's lost in translation.

Sometimes asking for help sounds just like

I hate you. I'll kill you. You are evil. You liar.

Coward's sleep is the most permanent.

The pharmacist sells rest by the bottle.

I wonder if they will laugh at me.

Or forget me as soon as I go.

I was loved, even me.

Past tense.

I have no heart to break.

It went away with the one I lost.

What a shock it is, and a shame.

Now when I finally need Him.

When I am able to open up

Finally swallow my pride

Broken enough to ask for His help.

To find that He isn't there.

How funny and sad.

I never thought I would be so unhappy

To learn that I was right all along.