Punished

God is punishing me
For what I was
For what I could’ve been


God hates me
For what I’ve lost
For what I should’ve won


God chooses me
For what I never wanted to be

God disposes me
And not to be what I conceived to be

God shoves me
To the side when I walk in the middle
To the back when I push myself forward


God guides me
Pull me hand and push my back
When I see clearly everything up ahead


God leaves me
Bring down the night and turn off the lights
When I was blinded and my limbs are bounded


God is awkward
God is weird
Kicks you down when you were up
Drags you on when you were off


God does the opposite
Of what you have ever gave credit