At first, while I was growing up and being bullied, I asked God for justice and vengeance.
Later I became self-conscious of my of my own imperfections and tried to do the impossible: to be perfect, so that I would still have the right to ask for justice.
Finally I realized what was impossible, became depressed and hoped for mercy.
Then I realized we are all only human, and hoped for compassion and love. I still hate injustice by the strong though.