Trapped

So often I feel trapped.

Trapped inside of myself.
I want to say things. I want to share my thoughts, my feelings, my opinions, but I know I'll be shot down. I'm always shot down. I know how to only say certain things around certain people. I have learned that some times I just don't reply to something someone is saying just because I know they won't agree with me. I will be seen as a horrible person.

A snob, a racist, a radical, a right, conservative, southern, Trumper.

Just because I don't agree with or believe everything the news tells me, or everything the other Christians believe.

Some times I want to tell people things, but I stuff it inside and don't say anything. Maybe I'm scared, maybe I'm a coward. Maybe I'm wrong.

So, I cry alone in my bed. I weep in my heart, silently. No ones knows what I'm thinking, no one cares.

Except.

There is One who cares. He knows. So, I tell Him. And I listen.

I listen to this, "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth."~Psalm 46:10