True Religion Poem by Pete Rivera

Way down below the concrete
Lives a land of depression
I drown my eyes in water
You make a bad impression

Why can't you help me smile
And make it last a while
Violent thoughts of no virtue
I do not want to hurt you

Judge me no more
Leave me alone
In this alley, I sleep
My own pride I keep
Judge me no more

Be yourself
Uniqueness is a gift
So be yourself

Three cheers to 'normal people'
They have no recognition
Like lions off the pride
They fear to be different

I am alive
No one can tell me to die
I form my own thoughts
Yours can't make me cry

Judge me no more
Leave me alone
In this alley, I sleep
My own pride I keep
Judge me no more

There is no true religion
Affecting my decision
Your lies will hurt me no more
For I have locked my heart's door

Be yourself
Uniqueness is a gift
So be yourself