He forces me to wake up

And get dressed

And drive to a place

Every Sunday

Where they shove faith

Down my throat.

Brainwashed only weeks

After I was born;

They dipped me in a golden tub

Of someone else’s beliefs.

They shove my tiny body

In an empty, white gown

And watch as I am wed

In an arranged marriage

To my beliefs.

Too young to know

What I believe.

Too young to know

That someday I’d die.

Now I have

An affair with my thoughts

Keeping it secret

Keeping them hidden.

My parents won’t let me

Get a divorce.

Now they make me sing

And cry out these lies.

Singing used to be happy

But now it is confused

Sad

Trapped

Scared.

They say that God would love;

That he would accept me

For who I am.

So why won’t they?