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Poem Details
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| Title: | Frustrated |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 1/4/2006 |
| Poem: |
If I can't be honest with you, God I can't be honest with anyone. People are offended if I'm honest. They want to hear nice things, sweet words of happiness, gentle hymns to a gentle God smiling somewhere on a velvet throne. Well I'm sick of being phony and I don't like to act as if there's nothing wrong with me or my friends, or the world, or you. Sometimes I want to scream at you, let it all out. I've a million unanswered questions and prayers stuck in my throat. I want you to listen when I yell at the sky pound my pillow, kick the ground, throw stones at the stars, swear at the world. I know that's not giving glory to God just as others do with frozen face and folded hands,. But for me it means I'm paying you the highest respect there is. It means I trust you with the truth... all the truth.... |