A Trapped Jw Child
>>1111>>A TRAPPED JEHOVAH"S WITNESS CHILD<<1111<<
It was lost and cost me my childhood,
As I stood innocently, couldn't even wear my hoodie,
Lord help me, as we just past October,
Remembering the days I thought were over,
A cover religion using the name Jehovah,
Made my mind fall over,
Strange behavior as they seek their savior,
Naive, miseducated people that I hated,
Was a kid made to sit for hours being indoctrinated,
Within a cave, felt like a slave,
Suppressed with heaps of fools,
Within a building called a kingdom hall,
With invalidated rules that make a person feel small,
Treacherous tricks I see infiltrated from within,
Creating sheep that don't question,
Then brainwashed into believing it is a sin,
Sinister ministers loud and called elders,
Cold and scolding holding authority,
Immorally molding cognitive dissonance,
Within Jehovah’s Witnesses,
I confess to this with my head high,
This is the reason why I'm this out of it guy,
Behind my narratives inspired from above the sky,
They be writing twisted thoughts distorted by,
Strategically placed lies that haunt,
Torn, Scorned, warn out from stress,
The Watchtower Society, what a mess,
As I address the way I feel,
I left the fear mongering cult and now I feel real
>>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written: 23.11.2015
Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015
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