Am I a Glutton for Punishment?

Do I enjoy the pain

Torturing myself till I go insane

Wanting to Fly

But chained to the floor

Agony seems to be what I was made for

Sitting in shit

Languishing tears

Entrapped by inadequacy

Haunted by fears

Yet there is something that lingers inside

A mystery that still is trying to hide

Maybe if I will stay so very still

A voice will talk to me and tell me God’s will.