I was alone
in a world of hate
a world where difference
was a thing to hate
a world where everything
was as "God planned"
and what wasn't
was branded and banned

I went along
like I believed
saving myself
from the ones who truely did
hating myself
for being them
while I was not the same

the ones who crucify me
are the ones who really are
the ones who have
misread
the words
that are killing me right now.
The words that are casting me away
God's words
My God

These are not your words
These are not your words
these are not your words

I believe in you

But these are not your words

It couldn't be the only one
who reads my every thought
I believe what you say is right
so if that means
I have to hate
my very self
I can't do it.