God

Dear God, I wonder if you hear me. Your in every thought, in every word of my poetry. Lately, I be getting this strange feeling, thought's have me thinking different things. But is the changes that get me heated, in the attempt to see my mood drift out of place. Is understood I'll die a good man, but never be convince of having a guilty conscience. Envious approaches from familiar people come with the attempt to throw me off. The hate in there heart carry's the fake in there soul, makein a snake in mind so im carefull how they heasilin. Saddly written but well aware of my surroundings, Noone can't be trusted now in days, they don't keep it real like you do God. My respond is different from the usual, knowing makes my reaction take action more intelligently. Taking the time to understand, to make them comprehend the demand of my respect. My Silence is destroying them inside. My reason for writing my letter to god.