I've got some things to say God,
Are you listening?
They say glorious things about you,
That you can work miracles,
predict things,
help people,
keep peace and give blessings,
But just once I would like to see your grace in true.
I would like to see those things made real.
I want to see a miracle,
Instead of a tragedy.
I want for once, good luck to go to people who deserve it, who've worked for it,
Instead of downfall, depression, demise.
I want to be able to help people,
Instead of watching them suffer,
I want wars to end, for people to see right,
Instead of brutal acts of violence and things that just don't make sense,
I want to have hope in you,
But how can I when I see no proof?
I don't understand you,
Or others, the way they believe in you so faithfully.
What have you ever done for anyone?
Have you fixed their fathers?
Healed their spines in a miracle so that they may walk again and play with their daughters?
Have you put their grandparents worries to ease?
Taken the time to give them hope just to stop the fighting and the worrying?
Have you helped their sisters?
Taken away her pain for just a little while so she can be a kid again?
Have you minded their mothers?
Put their minds to ease, taken the pain from her hands where she works hard everyday to keep households running?
It is selfish to think of yourself, I know,
but yet,
What have you ever done for me?
Why did you pick my family of millions for this?
Why did I have to grow up so fast?
Why did I have to care so much about other people knowing they'll never care about me?
Why did I always have to be the one on guard?
Watching for danger?
Protecting my family because in the end you have taken so much from that they can hardly protect themselves let alone protect me like they should.
Why does this fall on me, a fourteen year old girl, to always be better, be the best that I can be,
because, no matter what I do,
It's never enough to please you,
To get you to help me,
Help us,
Help someone.
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Book of Poems
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Enjoy, and try to understand. I don't really know what to say about poems, uhm, yeah, sometimes, it helps.