You always say “fake it ‘till you make it”

i wish i didn’t have to fake it

i work every day to please others

Where does my own happiness lay?

In a grave dug by You?

You tell me to be myself

You say everyone is accepted

i see right through You

You lie

You judge people like You are some kind of God

And yet You are the biggest Sinner

i like to think that i could stand up to You

Or at least stand against You

But You tear others apart like they’re wrapping paper on Christmas presents

Do You like what’s underneath?