Is something I can’t control
When someone tries to tell me to be something else
Is the stage where sin is fully engaged
Is when I feel no one hears me or understands what I feel so my layers start to swiftly peel
It steals all my joy and
My day so I waste away.
Dark like abandoned hole
Tears stream down my face as I turn the page in my own mystery that will soon become history
If I don’t change,
Rearrange the mess in my head,
The images I’m fed…………
I’ll cook now but I’ll do my laundry first.
Forgive me father.