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.
©Kelsi M. Meireis

Please note:  This was not written about my church or my God.

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