Sunday Smiles
I have been bottling these feelings up long enough.
My wounds are many and they run really deep.
All you ever did was tell me how wrong I am.
Yet the reasons you gave where never good.
I am wrong because I don't believe the same as you.
I am wrong for not hiding behind a fake mask.
I am wrong for saying I have anxiety and depression.
I am wrong because I won't back down anyone.
Every Sunday sitting in church with a sea of fake
Faces and their best Sunday smile.
Who is the biggest lair here then?.
You look at me with shame filled eyes.
Its not me who needs to look in a mirror.
I know what I am and the mistakes I made.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2019
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