Hand against my forehead
Wiping down my face
Trying to erase all this disgrace
Exhaling every past sin
If God is God
Why won’t God exist in me?

Hand on my lower back
Pushing out the stress
This world on my neck
Reaching for that medication
No help from any of these relations
They just assume expectations

Hand wiping my eyes
Surprised by these surprises
This mirror looking right into me
Recasted in tears just scare me
Unexpected circumstances
There are no fair chances

Hand gliding across my cheek
Trying to hide these tears
Been keeping them in for years
Uncontrollably controlling me
If I was who I was I’d never be me
No one is ever there for me