Not the punk rock pixie of my dreams

Maybe God is a fraud

Or maybe it's like when somebody lets go of the bike

Expecting you to do it on your own

Yet here I am having crashed into a tree

Shoes and pants tangled in chains

My feelings are complicated

Childhood religion's in questions

I don't think it is honest enough

You got to put forth effort

You got to pray as if persistence gets results

Attending church doesn't magically cure depression

I only can speak for and live my life

Nothing's wrong with being gay or trans,etc

Family can be full of shit

I think everybody got it all twisted

Even for a so called progressive church

Still miles from getting basic concepts

And if my cousin loves girls

Who is everybody else to deem it wrong

Let her be free to do so

Without added stress

Cause I have been that route

In other news this speech went down and it was wonderful Therapist: Come on ask me a question isn’t fair to you to have to answer so many and not ask any Me *panics*: Are you lgbt friendly? Me mentally: I TAKE IT BACK BAD IDEA MY MOUTH JUST UGH Therapist: Yeah are you supportive of the community or anything-mean I don’t know much but I’m not biased don’t have to reply back if you don’t want

Also notable mentions Therapist: Compliments my unintentional sarcastic comments/the fact I smirked afterwards (Rarely smile around people,or feel at ease so points there) Therapist: *says a thing that makes my day,possibly week* Therapist: You sure you don’t want to go to the treat room and get something Therapist: It’s okay-but do want you to bring that up later on Therapist: Maybe I can learn from you-feel free to correct me Therapist: I like it keeps me on my toes (Referring to how I use meh in an really interesting format of speech)