when knowing me,
you will hear things.
“what kind of things?” you may ask
i’m afraid to tell you, i respond
for if i tell you,
i’m afraid you’ll believe them
“are they true? the things that are said?”
i don’t believe so, no.
i try to block out what could be taken as
an insult by them.
“who is .. them?”
why, you know them, everyone does of course.
they’re funny in that way.
they’re a follower of christ
of course they’re good people. why wouldn’t they be?
if god sees them as good, that must mean they are.
“i don’t think that’s true”
it doesn’t matter what you think.
the term good people,
is created to comfort those who aren’t.
i get talked about, even if nothing was done wrong
but of course, in their eyes, i was wrong
wrong for living? maybe
maybe even wrong for not giving the
attention they wanted
but even then, they follow god, our god
if they confess their lies and unfaithfulness
to the man above
why does it matter how i feel?
it doesn’t
it never will.