Confessions of a Teenage Catholic
You hate my purple hair
You hate the way I dress
You hate the ones I call upon
When I am in distress
They hate my righteous attitude
They hate the way I drive
They hate the lies I tell them
In order to survive
You hate my independence
You hate the way I sing
You hate my strange addictions
And the consequence they bring
He hates my hidden heartstrings
He hates our time apart
He hates the distance in my eyes
When it’s not what’s in my heart
I hate myself with you
I hate myself with him
I hate myself for being here
Confused in wretched sin
Copyright © April Dobson | Year Posted 2005
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