I’m Very Sorry

I wish you can understand

But you won’t

Everything I do

Just disappoints you

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My Religion, My God

I knew I saw something in you

I wasn’t sure what it was

People kept saying it’s love

They kept admiring us

While being afraid of us

Then I thought

That I met God

“God is love,” they say

I think that is what it was

I saw the light

Shining so bright

To me

You are my religion

My God

Compromised Sanity

I feel as though

someone warped my mind into something else.

It’s like there is a parasite in my brain

that I’m trying to get it out but it wants to live there

and make me something else.

Guess what?

I want my mind back.

My mind is my mind, not yours.