A CHRISTIAN

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In God, i fear,
In Jesus, i cry.
In chains, i feel,
I might die.
The world hates us,
The world hates me.
A religious group, they say they love,
In reality, they know no love.
A guy i tried,
To love and trust.
Only led,
To fear and trauma.
A group i tried,
To be a part of
Only to be bounded in chains.
I know no freedom
I know no love
I know no trust
I only know fear.
A threat that they all seem to say
You'll go to hell anyway.
You'll burn in ashes for all eternity.
They seem to lack empathy.
I don't want your petty prayer,
I only want freedom. Instead, i get tears
Stop trying to "free me"
Stop trying to pull me back
I don't want you
I don't want them
I no longer can stand the religion.
I hate it here
I hate the fear.
I could never trust my thoughts.
I could never trust my body.
I can never trust it again.
A part of me wants to stay
It keeps telling me the pain
It says i'll burn
It will hurt
It says i'll be tortured for my crimes.
The guy who disobeyed the same god i did
Will punish me until the very end.
This i was afraid. I never understood.
My brain feared it.
Panick attacks were often, especially during church.
I don't want to be a part of a group
Who lies and manipulates
Those into thinking, it's too late.
Telling a baby, the world is ending.
The kid picks up on patterns
And is forced to believe,
Some guy they are forced to worship
Will xome down from above.
And take only those whom he sees fit.
The child in a constant state of fear,
Watching as the world turns into hell.
The child believes that the end is near
The child believes that they are not fit
And never will be.
I am that child.
I'm scared.
I don't want to be forced to believe and worship in something whom i fear in the bad way.
The people who worship him are all so mean
They force it upon you
They force the practices
They lie
They gaslight
They minipulate
They scare
They threaten.
When you're upset, all they say is, "i'll pray for you."
When you have a disability like schizophrenia.
They'll call you possesed and force you to be trapped in with people who wanna "cure" you.
You're confused.
I'm afraid
You're a liar
I'm a sinner
You're gonna be tortured.
I hope you burn with me.
In God, i fear.
In jesus, i cry.
In chains, i feel.
I'm going to die.

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