Stephanie Warrillow Poet Sonnet

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.

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Kim Rodrigues May 22, 2019 at 12:42 PM Aww...bad experiences. Church is not for the perfect. One author speaks of the marriage of holiness and charismatic churches. One is outward holy but inside judging and often a sour puss. The other is joyful on the outside, doing great works but not working on holiness. I try to love those around me, imperfect as I am. And your last line is right! Stephanie Warrillow May 23, 2019 at 7:26 AM Thanks for your comment everything you said was true my mum always said its not the church it's the people in I just felt a little hurt thanks for reading my work and giving me feed back