Who am I, who are you?
Who is He, to tell me what to do?
What am I, what is He?
What are these beliefs with which you suffocate me?
When will I be able to think, when will you listen?
When did He create a world where I can't speak without permission?
Where do I belong, where did He intend for me to live?
Where must I bring my offerings, because I have such little to give?
Why can't I be free, why can't He make things right?
Why can't there be happiness without the fight?
How can I carry on, how does He make time go by?
How does one live knowing their whole life is a lie?
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