Never have I been religious
But something has kept me going
It doesn’t stop me from being suspicious
But am I hurt by not knowing
Like is this the path I’m supposed to be on
Or am I moving in the wrong direction
Are things supposed to go wrong for this long
Or have I not reached the correct intersection
Maybe it’s just me consistently being stubborn
Maybe it’s me dragging my feet for so long that I get rug burn
Or maybe it’s just my role to suffer
There’s just no quitting in me
Looking at everyone else creates hidden envy
Like when will my time be
Success has to be in the distance
Or maybe it’s closer
Is that why I feel such resistance
I am fed up with this lifelong trauma
I just want some closure