Under The Carpet Poem by Rachel Weaver

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