Im 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 Im not saved
We wont 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