Bending and twisting to fit expectations
Shaped by the hands of mentoring opinions
I can’t breathe, I can’t be, this ain’t me
It’s a trick, it’s a scam
My spiritual guidance, mentor, instructor is to come from Holy Spirit before man
But this hurt me so much
I’d be confused, thinking, is this God?
Pushed from left, pushed from right – stick in lane!
I don’t want to, but yet feel obliged
To remain in the shame game
Where people hide and live out of fright
Not the real, relaxed walk I know
Where fellowship in love had room to grow
