Why?

A poem talking about my experiences involving religion

They sat me down

on a wooden chair

in a room filled

with children

of all different

ages

races

eye color

heights

genders

.... Backgrounds

They tell us to

read this strange

oddly large

book

it had small writing

I couldn't even read it with my glasses on

of course

I've heard of this book before

I just have never seen one in person

I was six

we all began reading

they say

NO QUESTIONS!

so nobody raised their hands

there wasn't even a sniffle

I was mildly confused about why we had to read this

it was written... differently

I just wanted to go home

why can't I just go home

I felt suffocated by their presents

everyone being there made me feel 

anxious

nobody explained anything

only to follow gods rules and to obey

but

I was a curious child

who is this 

God?

why do I have to listen 

to him

all questions a young mind shouldn't ask

when I did have the courage to ask

I was shunned

discouraged to make up my mind

put down

then finally 

I stopped going

I have never felt freer