Losing my faith.
I smile back at them in the pews,
Their condemning smiles like snakes
I'm different as I want to,
Their love-hate chasing me away.
I keep my head down as I walk
While they glance with heavy disdain
I know I am a good person,
Why can't they see it with the world.
Like why does she even come here?
I didn't know goths were allowed.
I hear the pained message of love,
They see my dark clothes sitting there.
I hope they can see my broken heart,
They can only see the outside.
I get involved to prove myself,
I even take care of their kids.
I go to vespers only once,
They tell me I don't belong here.
Their love-hate grew legs and also feet,
And followed me where I went to.
I try to love the way I did,
But they've broken me into bits.
Insensitive to the love message,
It turns hypocritical fast.
Nothing but an empty machine,
Walking through the lonely hallways
Once sensitive to the blank stares,
I stare at them back, now unphased.
Because now, after all of this,
I'm just like them, the hypocrites