The walls have never felt so close before.
The smiles never seemed so fake.
I never noticed how weird it is,
To come every week and sing.
The stained glass hides my doubts.
The steeple hides my hurt.
I never before have felt this way,
Abandoned by the church.
The wood beneath my body
The splinters digging in,
Beauty on the outside,
But intimately it hurts.
Pull away the curtain, Lord.
Let us all see in.
Into the lives of those next to us,
Never again to hide our feelings.
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