-Why do I not believe?
-Why must I live in such grief?
Even if I wanted to, I could not
Maybe I have not be taught,

But I cannot belive in what I do not think
Forcefull and luring words can only make me rethink
But in my mind,I know, what I see possible and what is improbable to me
And I cannot agree-

I see these stories only as myths and fairy tales
Created by religious freaks in detail
I see no possible way,
No, an immortal being is above to pray

On lonely days, I wish I was the same,
I wish I did not ever proclaim
My feelings to be what they are
My life to go on as it is, so far

Why can't I jusy believe like everyone else?
Why must they be the fake and false?
Angry at myself, I still cannot change
I must remain in my quiet derange
 
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