Dear my old religion,
I don't hate you,
but I'm glad I left you.
Although my family likes to tell me otherwise.
They cannot change my mind,
not now or ever.
I'm my own person.
Don't curse me,
and expect me to come back.
Maybe,
if I was younger and more naive
But I'm not anymore.
Not gonna be blinded,
by your cruel intentions.
Not every thing I do is a sin.
Who are you to tell me if it is?
I mean there's bigger things,
that's more important.
Especially if it is so
small
Like me bothering with the god with selfish wishes.
Nothing wrong with you.
There's just some people,
who abuses their power.
It ruins your reputation.
People are not all perfect.
But once you leave a bad impression, it lingers.
I just to say,
I'm not sorry for leaving you behind.
I'm just not a religious person.
Not here to belittle you.
You may not be for me,
or perfect at all
But I don't mean,
I should follow someone else's expectations.
I'm not coming back like people say.
I just hope you find someone else who loves you,
and uses caution with your words.
More then I ever didn't.
Sincerely,
the girl who became a burden .
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PoetryThis is book of poetry of letters for all those people who influenced me to learn that I was apart of lgbt community or even just helped me learned more about myself. Although I never got the chance to say thank you. This is for the #unlimitedpride...
