Ujamaa Christian Poetry
The Fear of Being Real (referring to the Church)
My history keeps repeating
It's the same each time around
I always end up needing
This love that can't be found
I get up once in a while
But often I'm too weak
Depression's not in style
So when can the real me speak?
A missing person to my mind
They often ask how my life goes
Of course I say I'm doing fine
Because they don't really want to know
They don't see this fake
I'm so stuck on this mask
They don't know the right way
Is to really mean what they ask
This surface I'm so sick of
The pretending and the lying
Some think they're being tough
But who can be tough when they're dying?
It's a cancer that's spreading
The fatalities I feel
I long for it's final ending
This fear of being real
Written by Katie Robinson
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