Oh, the irony.
The death of the internal authority.
Vile is the predator
That preys upon the minds
Of the young and impressionable
For the sake of control
As a child I was exposed
To a guilt based gospel
Raining Hellfire & Brimstone
Reminding me of my worthlessness
Shame is not salvation.
I had to doubt myself
I could not trust myself
I began to resent myself
I learned to hate myself
I was all by myself
Alone, separated, afraid, cold, detached, and I never quite felt like I belonged here anyway.
Loneliness is hell.
Faith without love is dead.