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Poetry...not so morbid though
I'm sorry, I guess I should go to my book of poetry and pick out the most morbid one. This is my first poem that I know I'm not gonna make into a song. I just felt compelled to write it.
Pastor's Son
"The pastor's son should always be happy,
For he has the 'blessed assurance'",
Or so you expect from me.
"He should be involved with the church,
Choirs, prayer groups, and sunday school",
Or at least you wish I were so.
"He should be outgoing and extrovert,
Yet self-controlling and calm",
Or so you say behind my back.
Cut me open, I'm black inside,
It's all because of you,
Oh sure, I'm all smiles Sunday.
But if you knew the secrets I keep to myself,
You'd hate me beyond any reason,
So I bottle up my feelings.
I'm lonely, frustrated, disappointed, hurt,
Your hatred turned me against you,
Hatred in the name of the Bible.
You give your attention to the fake,
At first my invisibility bothered me,
But it gave me time to think.
I've thought, and now I know,
The Bible is very wrong,
And you let it rule your lives.
Sorry, this is a really bad version, I think I'll edit it and change what I need to eventually. The fact that I have to hide all my pain is only a factor which makes my pain worse, so it doesn't sound so morbid. Lol, the only thing keeping me from going goth is my dad's job. My next poems will be morbid- I promise.
Pastor's Son
"The pastor's son should always be happy,
For he has the 'blessed assurance'",
Or so you expect from me.
"He should be involved with the church,
Choirs, prayer groups, and sunday school",
Or at least you wish I were so.
"He should be outgoing and extrovert,
Yet self-controlling and calm",
Or so you say behind my back.
Cut me open, I'm black inside,
It's all because of you,
Oh sure, I'm all smiles Sunday.
But if you knew the secrets I keep to myself,
You'd hate me beyond any reason,
So I bottle up my feelings.
I'm lonely, frustrated, disappointed, hurt,
Your hatred turned me against you,
Hatred in the name of the Bible.
You give your attention to the fake,
At first my invisibility bothered me,
But it gave me time to think.
I've thought, and now I know,
The Bible is very wrong,
And you let it rule your lives.
Sorry, this is a really bad version, I think I'll edit it and change what I need to eventually. The fact that I have to hide all my pain is only a factor which makes my pain worse, so it doesn't sound so morbid. Lol, the only thing keeping me from going goth is my dad's job. My next poems will be morbid- I promise.