Sometimes I feel like…
A hypocrite.
I say that I don’t believe in a God
But, I do believe in something.
A higher power. Powers?
I don’t know.
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.
When the unimaginable happens
My heart breaks, my heart cries
I’m falling. Again.
“Pray”, they tell me, “Pray to God”
But how? How do I pray to a God?
One I am not… “faithful” to
Yes I believe. I believe.
Fate. Destiny. Higher power.
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.
I pray to a God
Telling.
Begging.
Don’t take them away.
Please. Please. Please.
Haven’t you taken enough?
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.
Why am I praying?
You have taken before.
You have teared me apart before.
Left me to pick up the pieces,
To put the puzzle that is my heart back together.
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.
Praying to a God, to a higher power
One that has taken. One that has given.
But I believe.
In what?
In who?
In myself.
Because I am the one…
I AM THE ONE
That put that puzzle back together
Every time it’s been torn apart
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite.
Not anymore.