The Atheist at Age Eight

They say I’m the devil

but I cannot see

they tell me I’m poison

“then how can I breathe”

how can my life be so useless to them

when all that I see is their helpless friend

no one to care and no one to say

why do I breathe each and everyday

my screams are too quiet to wake anyone

but now that I’m dead

my song is done

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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