The Sins of the Daughter

Mommy use to tell me
she warned me from the very start
but now I'm broken
and I'm bleeding from this dart.

She use to read me stories
fairy tales in books
people often noted
and stared at my very different looks

I was rather different, different in
my complete own way
as I look back at the past
seeing my red and white bouquet.

mommy stressed that I was beautiful, but I was to always stay inside, mommy didn't comfort me those lonely nights I cried.

It was different in my world
for I could feel the people stare
no sounds of laughter hearing
as I looked to God in prayer.

I was born with a skin disease
you could see the children point
I was begging God to kill me now
as I pleaded on my bleeding knees
and pain burdened my every joint

My face would peel so badly
even tare while in the sun
but I couldn't face rejection
for the devil must have won.

mommy use to craddle me
in hers loving hold
I never noticed in her heart
that her thoughts of me were cold

mommy use to call me special
she use to say I was a princess
she said she loved me even more
then all of her fortune and sucess.

when I was just a child
she use to cover up my face
she said it made me more beautiful, that I was the daughter
she could never replace.

sometimes I'd see pretty girls
and they would obsess my dreams
but the four walls that surrounded me, locked away my screams.

Finally mommy packed her bags
looking at me with her loving smile
"daughter please do not cry, I'm only gone for a little while..."

The was the last I'd ever seen of her, she never looked back
I blamed myself for her heart
that turned black.

That's when I was old enough
to live out on my own
didn't mommy want to see me?
to see just how much I'd grown?

When I created myself a mask
so no one had to look at my face
I didn't believe I was worthy
of living life in such a place.

The Sins of the daughter
I was living in the night

The sins of the daughter
when nothing seemed at all right.

The sins of the daughter
I should have realized she was gone

The sins of the daughter
the break in my heart
falling at dawn

The sins of the daughter
who cared about me?

The sins of the daughter
who would be able to set me free?

If mommy would have been there
to watch me cry

Maybe she would have wiped away
every tear that filled each eye.

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:.*leah*.: © (2005)