My Letter Of Hurt

I look at myself and I asked, "Am I a lousy teacher?"
Sometimes I feel that way.
Well, some of my pupils DO think that I am one.
I asked myself, "Am I unfair to my pupils? Was I unjust to them?"
I know that I am not.
I believe my own eyes and my investigation.
When I see and found out the mistake, surely I will reprimand and punish.
Even if it means doing that to my 'favourite' students.
However, I was greatly resented by them.
I am named 'the lousy teacher', the unfair one'.
Those whom was once my aids, now became the rebels.
I felt hurt by my students, my students are the people I cared and loved.
No matter their looks or character, I love them just as much.
I once believed that I can teach them with the grace of God and guide them in the ways of the Lord.
Now, I doubt myself.
Sometimes, I get home and I cry.
I was very demoralised.
Now, I am down in the valley of the shadow of death.
My God, my Lord, can I have a shoulder to lean on?