Dear God, 

Are you real?

I want to believe

But it’s hard when 

you’re something I deceive.

You weren’t something 

I found on my own;

I was raised to believe

When I feel alone

To have faith in you. 

I believe religion should

Be found not taught. 

What if my “faith” was

Only based on fear 

and guilt?

What if this whole time was a lie?

That’s not faith.

No, no, no.

What if religion is just 

The simple answer 

To the unknown?

What about 

if you put good out 

into the world

Good will come back 

to you.

What if the trees 

and animals exist,

Because they just do. 

To who do I 

Owe my answer to?

I don’t know 

What to believe.