What am I?

For the demons, I am a saint;

For the saints I am a demon;

For the sinner, I am pious;

For the pious, I am sinful;

For the wicked, I am righteous;

For the virtuous, I am a fool;

For the dreadful, I am an adversary;

For the blameless, I am a an enemy;

For the prayerful, I am a disaster;

For the immoral, I am a tragedy.

I am what I am: A sinful that hates sin;

A flaw that doesn't go with the flow,

A warrior with numerous battles,

A rebel with countless causes;

On this earth I have no place,

a lost soul that has no brand or name.

a reject that rejects to house in hell;

Even the sinless doesn't know me,

one of the lost children

of their loving Father.

The pious,

It they know the father

They would have known me

That somehow I am from Him,

For that is my innermost desire.

If they knew, they would've cared,

They would'd reached out for me

And have extended their arms

For a sweet embrace.

The bad would have held me

For I am one of them, but one

who can’t be counted upon,

a deserter, In their futile war

against The Most High.

Where on this world I belong?

But Providence somehow was kind;

He made it so that I’m not alone;

He made loneliness my home;

And solace of solitude my room.

And the passive, the carefree and careless,

The lost and rebellious to the ways of the world,

To be my associates in my time of need.