I find that there is something about me that bring out the worst in a person. Without reason, they have a need to prove that they are better than I. I give is respect, honor, understanding and kindness, still.
There is something about me that a person’s heart becomes hard with pride against me. They conclude that in their minds that I can’t be this nice or this sweet and become hell-bent on seeing my anger, re-action to their foolishness and mistreatment. I respond in peace. Anger clouds the mind.
There is something about me that gives a person the determination to hurt me and belittle me. They set out to destroy everything I do, say, think or feel. They go out of their way to prove me wrong or incompetent; to prove me to be nothing as if I carry myself to be more than they. I humble myself before them to lift them up.
There’s something about me that brings out the worst in a person but who am I to despise so greatly when I give nothing but best wishes. There’s just something about me… but who am I for them to work so hard to destroy? I really don’t understand but God for me is better than the whole world against me.