Why is it, if you were brought up with a mainstream religion,
Its ok to have one.
And when you change, to something you love,
Your parents tell you your too young?
And why is it,
That if your individual,
And unique,
People diss you?
And why, when you want to do something,
That your parents have done before in their lives,
And they tell you its wrong?
My mother calls my religion
Crap.
And tells me its wrecking my life.
How can it do that?
Its my rock
And it helps me to see the real things In life.
So whats so wrong?
I cried so much today,
For no apparent reason.
Why?
Why is the world seen,
In black and white,
By people who are closed minded,
And who hurt people, even if
The other is right.
Why
Does this poem kinda suck?
Because that's how you perceive it as being.