I pray


I bow my head and pray

and ask God to make them happy.

To help them find their path

They need me you see

they always need me

to guide

to listen

to understand

but I am not the same as they

I do not ask for what I need

I will not speak

I will not tell them

They need me to be strong you see

and weakness is not something

they can afford to see in me

so I sit alone in the dark

and let the walls comfort me

it is too familiar a feeling

I am whisked away to my youth

and reminded of that room

with the sloping walls

the walls that heard me weep

and pray

 that they will find their peace

that they will find their path

cause they need me

they need me

they need me

to be strong

so I hide here

and pretend

that I really am strong

does God hate me for lying?

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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