I really liked this, once the rhyme pattern was set. I am by no means suggesting you need to change a single word of this, but I wonder if it would flow more fluently if you tried...
"There wasn't much that I believed in,
Your hiding things wasn't much sin,
Because even God keeps secrets.
Dear soul, wild emotions pets."
It is more consistent with the rest of your poem, but I like it as is, as well ;-) Thanks for sharing it with us.
I love all your questions here, aptly put in the heart of someone not being recognized for what they're worth. God seems to have a strange sense of humor. Love the last two lines.
'You could have however, tried us one time,
perhaps different notes but similar rhyme.'
Assalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India.
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