Jesus Christ, Who am I?
A daughter of your kingdom?
A snake in the bushes?
A servant to your people?
A wicked woman?
Why is this so much easy for other people?
Is it really?
Why can't I speak to those who really love me?
Why can't I tell them the truth?
'It didn't happen that way.
I knew what I should do but I couldn't open my mouth and
ask for help.
I am who I have always been, just growing.
Please don't hate me.
None of this broke through my throat.
I hate myself very suddenly and unprecedentedly.
Jesus Christ, I mean it.
I belong to you.
I know you still want me so everything else must still be real.
I feel like a farce.
How do I go on?