Lost in a world that has nothing authentic, Stuck between a life of shame and fame. An image upon a wall For all to stare and mock. Faith is nothing more Than a piece of jewelry around your neck. We all strive to be perfect, To be something we’re not. Our fears consume us While television drains our brains. Love is a drug To ease our pain. Yet, we blame those around us And take life in vein. We dress to impress And kill to distress. Hide our demons in a box, And hope Jesus doesn’t find them. Stuck between a life of Words and doors.