Lust - Confession #1

I confess.
Lust.

I grew up in a small city. I am a catholic. I was a good daughter. I didn't have any siblings, because my mother died when she gave me life. I like looking at her picture. I look a lot like her. My father is a good man. A farmer. Just, loyal... He's a good man.

I went to a small school with a class of twelve.I had the best grades. I studied for hours every day while my friends were out partying. I was the best of the best, and my dream was to go to a big city to study.

My school gave out one scholarship every year to the best student. That was my ticket out. So on our graduation day, I sat confident that I had achieved my goal. Then, the principal called out the name of the scholarship award winner.

The mayor's daughter.

She went off to the big city, finished the prestige college, and I stayed here, and became a teacher, convincing myself that that is what my mother would want me to do. My dad passed away, proud of me so much that he would raise to the sky every time he would see me.

The mayor's daughter lived my dream in the big city, working on top of a skyscraper. Once, I went to the big city. I was walking past a restaurant when I saw her. She was everything I dreamed of being.
That was MY dream she was living!
MY life!

I WANT IT BACK!

...so I took it.

Unlike You

There's an ache in the back of my head
But I don't mind
I didn't go out of line
It reminds me that I am not dead

Unlike you.

I see you every day, walking around
But your eyes are empty
It's like your soul
Is nowhere to be found.

You don't want to listen
The only words you really know
Are the ones that are written

But those aren't words you hear, they're letters
And letters can't hurt
Unlike words that beat you until you can't breathe
And leave you lying in the dirt

You can't fight back, they disappear
It's like they run away
They don't want to face you
They can't stand your fear

And you are afraid
If you're not you're a fool
And I know you're not, because once
...You had a soul.

And I can't promise tomorrow will be better
But I can hope
And as long as there's mystery in the air
And a letter to tear,

While there's faith to be burned
And stories to be told
I will fight for that tomorrow, and the day after
I will fight for you

Because there's an ache in the back of my head.
And I know... I am not dead.