After making one
mistake I'm treated as if mistakes will always be made.
I have so much hatred in my heart, my tears are endless, and I feel so
betrayed.
Why do they continuously say we are here to help but show no actions?
Instead they find ways to persecute me, so I sit at work overwhelmed with
distractions.
I trust no one, everyone is against me, and they're looking for me to make a
mistake.
Yet they continue to ask if I'm okay, as if my feelings and expressions are
opaque.
Of course I'm not okay; my life is surrounded by too many stressors!
How can I focus while working in an environment filled with aggressors?
They have me under a microscope searching for imperfections to use against me.
I need some help but to whom do I plea?
Just know that you are not alone. There are so many people surrounding you who care. It might seem like they don't, but they do. And remember that no one's perfect, they will make mistake but if you have to decide if they deserve an another chance or not. Wonderful poem.
You are not alone in your suffering, you echo the words of Psalm 22, and in this you share His suffering.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from my cries of anguish?
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, but I find no rest.
You adequately describe someone in the state of oppression. It's not a pleasant place, it is a hard place and reflects the world. Church can be like this too at times, there are aggressors and tormentors. Your last line is a cry for help and I think you know in that cry is a turning point in your heart, and that there is a way and that way is light.
realize no one is perfect and expand from there make friends and try to trust someone we are all not out to get you we are here to help each other like brother's and sister's in Christ. Blessings my friend.