conversion

ask me to come along, join in on the condetations,
to live your lie, like your kind has done for ages

i'm not sorry i cannot go though with it
i'm not sorry for your father's dress

yet, you still ask me to come

and

everytime i say "no,can't you see"
you cry,

for your god to come in,
and change me.

this is one of mine from poemhunters