Religion loss

You want me
To be a slave
To your religion
To believe in something
I no longer accept
As the truth
I know
You are over there
Praying over my soul
Like some kind of spell
That I will turn to your ways
While you spit
That garbage out of your mouth
I'm sitting here smiling
Watching you squirm
At my very existence
You are eating that s**t up
While I'm living my life
On my terms
No one else's

Reviews

[lillian]

I love this. Believe in what YOU want to believe. Good poem.