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