No Where But Here

I need a knife

I'd rather slice

My wrists than enter that Cult-like sweat lodge

I try but he won't let me dodge

Stuck on a pew under a steeple

With demons and people

All like paper doll cut outs

With plastic smiles 

And all the while

They snicker and boast

Eat their food, they toast

While people starve 

In their own back yard

It's not me! I scream in here

Because I dare not voice my opinion when he's near

So I'm sorry this is more rant than poem

I've ....no where but here.