Who knows ?

I hate all this silly religion but you God I trust.
I'm leaping and singing in the circle of your love;
you saw my pain
you disarmed my tormentors
you didn't leave me in their clutches
but gave me room to breathe.
Be kind to me,
God,
- I'm deep deep in trouble again
I've cried my eyes out
I feel hollow inside
my life leaks away groan by groan;
my years fade out in sighs.
My troubles have worn me out, turned my bones to powder.
To my enemies, I'm a monster.
I'm ridiculed by the neighbours.
My friends are horrified, they cross the street to avoid me.
They want to blot me from memory, forget me like a corpse in a grave, discard me like a broken dish in the trash.
The street-talk gossip has me ''criminally insane''
behind locked doors, they plot how to ruin me for good.