The outburst that will never happen (me vs. my parents: round 1)

So you don't believe what I do.
How about you leave me alone,
And not preach to me.

What do they mean to me?
More than you do.
More than you ever will.

Steriotype me as a hippie,
The hell do I care.
They actualy care for me.

What are they to me?
They are the air I breathe,
And the ground I lightly tread.

He is the clouds I see,
The breeze that I feel,
The wind I hear.

She is the fields I see,
The grass I feel,
The life I hear.

Your God may be real,
But he hasnt answered me.
He hasn't given me hope of tomorrow.

Should I have been more pacient,
After 3 years of trying to be a good christian,
Attempt after attempt?

Am I to be a present day Judas?
Rejected,
And condemned by fate?

If everyone has a choice,
Why was his fate sealed,
To betray Jesus?

Why did HE 'HAVE' to betray him?!
Why was he condemned from birth?!
Why did he 'HAVE' to go to hell?!

It was even predicted from a prophet,
Long before his time.
So why?

Mother is real to me.
So is Father.
Can you not accept this?

Can you not accept,
That for the first time,
I actually have faith in something?

Of course not.
You never will.
You are too crass and asinine.

And can the "Just believe and He will help" speech.
I've heard it enough,
And it doesn't help.

I have tried and failed,
Again and again.
Time after time.

I'm sick of trying to believe,
What you want me to believe.
Of trying to be who you want me to be.

You want a good son?
Go to your eldest son.
He's in college and awaiting orders.

You want a better son than me?
Daniel died, remember?
I cant become him.