Analysis of Who am I to love?

I thought I was dead, or if probably, it was an illusion, maybe it was a dream,

cuz if it's real, it hurts badly... I couldn't fight this alone.

I've spent my days gathering the wrong friends,
I've been so busy doing the wrong assignment,

I thought I was loved and catered, but it is a mirage, totally fake!

Is it a sin? to love everyone around, and give out myself flexibly, thinking I was doing the needful.

But, here I am, broken and scattered, left stagnant,

I tried to love trees, I planted a seed, watered it daily out of love, even when it wasn't deep enough, I cleared the weeds around it, I made sure nothing was there to hurt it.

It was a plant, it grew out of love with beautiful leaves, it never stopped growing, trying to reflect the love I showed it, soon, it began to bring out fruit, trying to feed me when I go hungry.

could it be said that plants are more hearted than humans?

Everyone deserves to be loved, that's what they said, was I not among?

what had made me so different? I couldn't find it.
I tried to hate my brother man, but I couldn't, I would die of conscience....
I've tried acting nonchalant, but that wasn't me, normally I'm jovial and I couldn't change that.

the room is dark, really dark,

Gentiles are reptiles with poison.
Pastors kills more than oracles, gathering people with miracles..
and more which tares heart down.

what's is the cause of these? no love..

" love you neighbor like yourself," always quoted but never used...

" seek peace with all men, without which, no man can see God,"