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I’m sick of being judged

Because I show true depth

I weep and do reveal

A helpless side concealed

 I'm less than in beliefs

“They” slice away at mere habits

Questioning my faith

Demeaning my existence

Suppose cause I’m not “saved”

We won’t meet up in heaven

Is that truly

All that bad?

Those incapable to accept me

Possess no place in my heart

I take strength from my soul

Imperfect as it is

I hope each day and seek

To learn both love and tolerance