See, Hear, Touch (God Poem) Poem by courtney helm

Her I am sitting on my old, wooden chair,
With my torn black hoody,
And my black, streaming eyeliner,
I try to hear your voice,
But it’s blocked from the world,
People say I’m beautiful, but they don’t know,
They don’t know that inside I’m ugly,
I live in two worlds,
One is yours,
The other is Satan’s,
One day I have your faith,
The next it all ran out,
I try to stick by you,
I read the bible everyday,
And I try my best to focus,
But I get so sidetracked,
I’d give anything to be where you are,
To make you satisfied,
I want to be the best I can be,
But I seem to fail every time,
But Satan is no quitter,
I know you beat his battles, but I’m not you,
I can’t start and stop this storm,
I want to be like you,
I want to show you to the world,
But everything I hear, everything I see, everything touch,
It’s all evil,
This world, it’s become something terrible,
I feel so awful,
I feel so pressured,
I feel I can’t do anything
I need you,
Tell me what to do,
I can’t even talk to you,
I don’t know what to say,
Every word that comes out is all about me,
That’s not how it should be,
So I sit here and think,
I sit and don’t touch, don’t hear, don’t see.