I don't believe in you
Nothing personal, only policy
One developed a long time ago, and rooted deep
Like a ****, started off small
Not watered daily
But instead fed by the constant scorching heat of doubt
The stray falls of skepticism from the clouds
And the scattered whispers from weeds among us
They come in large amounts

You hold a strong title
And have been called many names
None of which I think are worth a breath
So instead they share only one
God
Love
Family
Friends
Purpose
Optimism
Hope
They are all as redundantly ridiculous and deserving of ridicule
As the next
A clown car in which one silly, silly entertainer emerges after another
Each one's existence almost goofy enough
Worthy enough
To provoke a mixture
Of a scoff and a giggle
Almost

However, if someone were to be here, where I am now
See what I see
Know what I know
Feel what I feel
I could understand, ever so slightly
Why they might choose to believe