Yet, you call me selfish.
When you could not be a mother, I loved your child.
Yet, you call me heartless.
When you had nowhere to turn, I was your shoulder to cry on.
Yet, you call me cruel.
When you were abandoned, I opened up my home.
Yet, you call me neglectful.
When you were lonely, I was your sister.
Yet, you call me your enemy.
When you were worried, I listened to your fears.
When you were sad, I cheered you up.
When you were afraid, I was your protector.
When you were in need, I was there.
Yet, you call me a bitch.
When you are lost, I pray for you.
Yet, you call me evil.
Your insults do not hurt me.
They only make me stronger.
Your hatred can not stop me.
My love keeps growing larger.
Your bitterness can not taint me.
My world is full of sweetness.
I know you must be hurting.
But my time to help has passed.
God is with you.
But only you can ask.