Stuck Behind

What are you doing?
Just reading and ignoring?
Because all that is writ has come pouring,
from this heart,
Ye, I’m convinced that that’s the start,
That’s the place where I can be a million miles
From those blatantly fake smiles,
Which greet my mind from day to day,
And make me want to scream and shout and pray
For a God in whom I don’t believe,
Somebody has to help me please,
This is a place that I don’t want to be,
Stuck behind these words.