Once upon a time I wanted to die
I would hide in my room and cry and cry
No one ever noticed and no one would ask
And if they ever did I would put on a mask
It started a few years back when they got a divorce
My parents did split with both yelling and force
I was left alone and told to go play
But how could I lie and tell them okay
I was only a child, but not anymore
The year I was four is no more
Now I am considered a beautiful young lady
But looking in the mirror I no longer see Katie
What I see is the scars left behind
From a girl once little, perfect, and kind
I fight with myself every single day
I cannot win, and my body’s
Are Christians Better? by EternalGeekExposed, literature
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Are Christians Better?
If you believe in a religion, you are almost required to assume that your view of morality will be superior to someone else's. The euphoric feeling that God is behind you, pulling your strings to prevent you from acting badly is very addictive, but unfortunately also very destructive. At some point, any adult Christian must question how much God improves us as people and how much we are left to improve ourselves. What is the role of our own will vs. the transforming power of God? Why do Christians still act badly? If God doesn't make us better people, what is the good of Christianity at all, apart from getting us into heaven? Everyone c