I call my God the void.
Endless knowledge he possess.
Stretching from universes, to simple minds.
When I feel a void.
Its different.
While his void is filled.
Mine is empty.
While his is filled with thoughts of creativity
and images created with breath taking light.
I stare in my mirror hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
While hes busy, attending evocations, and what else Gods do.
I lay in my bed hoping for him to appear to comfort and soothe my tears.
While he cares, I never call upon him.
I am silent, always.
While his world is filled with noise.
Learning new information, the thoughts of his followers and their prayers.
I either hear slight noises of the house settling, or my parents fighting.
When I bring my music loud for all to hear my head finally feels silent.
I drink
While he consumes energy.
While I watch mine turn into something its not.
I’ve become strong, I’ve become powerful.
Yet I feel so helpless.
The void in my chest grows.
I am alone in a room filled with joyous people.
I am utterly alone.