SHOPPING FOR CLEANING SUPPLIES

the more mess i make
the more i hide my face
from the love of God.
i begin to doubt
when i look around and see
the reasons
he shouldn't love me.

i feel the shame
im bathed in
bite me
and cut deep into my heart.

God are you angry?
i fear your disappointment.
God are you tired?
of me of making the same old mistakes.

i'm sorry i'm sorry
help me please
is all i can say.

i can just imagine
the way the world around me
drops its head in resignation
as i fall deeper into
the mess i've made of myself.