She stares at me with mischievous eyes
They dance, like stars in the night skies
She asks me a question, catches me off guard
But I guess that's not too hard
It's a mocking statement, a mocker's sneer
As she laughs and jokes and jeers
"I got you, didn't I?" She laughs as I flinch
What was I supposed to say? What was I supposed to do?
That's when I'm brought back to science class
Where she and another boy discuss their disbelief in God
And don't even give me a chance to speak
Maybe they do think I am weak
At that table, after all, I was one of the only Jesus freaks
Of course, my good friend was there
But he acted as if he didn't care
But I guess he's used to her antics by now
And gets passed her scoffing, mocking jokes somehow
But as the other two continue ignorantly
A fury begins to rise inside of me
And when I finally get the chance to speak
I utter one sentence and I'm cut off, just like that
They say they are the minority
But if that were true why am I the one who feels so wee?
So small, unnoticed, not even worth it, uneducated
Why do I feel so alone?
As if I were left to defend the faith on my own?
Why do I feel like a sheep when I am around you?
I pray that God forgives because you don't know what you do
Why do I feel so small?
Does my voice even matter at all?
I'm tired of being around people like this
Who, by words, crucify every witness
You act as if you do no wrong, but you don't see the trail of blood you leave
And the web of sorrow, doubt, disbelief, pain, and anger you weave
I don't want to feel alone
It's days like these, I just want to go home