Please note: This was not written about my church or my God.
Do you know what it feels like to burn so badly inside that pain doesn’t phase you outside? What you say no longer matters. It stings like acid on the skin; like salt on an open wound. My life is full of scribbles, Chaotic and meaningless; Cutting through like paper being torn. You know nothing. NOTHING. About me. Just imaginations all your own. I am to you what you have decided to make me — NOT what I really am. Well f*ck you and all your ideals. I’ll never measure up. I DON”T WANT TO. ©Kelsi M. Meireis