I am confused.
What’s the point of all this?
Why does God put us through these battles?
When is it going to be better?
Why can’t my father love me?
When will this anger escape me?
Why don’t  people ask me if I’m okay?
Why do people see his wickedness?
When will someone care about us?
There will be a better future.
God has a reason.
It will get better.
He does love me.
Anger will soon become happiness.
Good friends will soon come.
Some people feed on lies.
People do care.
God cares.