{A poem about how i feel about my religion}
In between your word and the world.
The urge to follow the path my heart desires
Contradicts my urge to follow you.
The things I like,
Are the things you loathe.
I can't help but wish we could negotiate
But you clearly tell me I cannot serve two masters.
I want you to be happy and not disappointed.
But I can't help but feel like a disappointment
When I have continuously gone against you.
Your love for me
Is both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing, it is unconditional
A curse, it requires a lot
And sometimes I am too stubborn
To surrender my all to you
To you it may be simple
but to me , it is difficult.
I am confused cause i am in between.
