I think I'm supposed to sit here and take it
After listening to that they expect me to make it
I want to achieve what they want to see
But I dont want to be what they want me to be
When we sit in the pew
We look like a perfect family with no flaws or issues
I know they all know theres something wrong
It just doesn't show
I like to look at the old pictures
Frozen in time
We look happy, everything seems alright
Even then I remember the arguments
There was a lot of hardships
Now I sit in church
Filthy and unclean
Sitting here among the perfect and the pretty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A very expressive poem with a lot of pain. Continue to use poetry as your source of light to work things out.