dirty white linens

You dress yourself in white
Your linens so clean, so pure
You glow like the light, reflecting off a movie screen
And you go to church each Sunday, like today
You can't wait to see the man that created this mess
Who won you with his preaching’s and teachings
About godly figures and it triggers you to act
You know you can’t do anything about it
But you’re so young, barely sixteen
It’s a shame you’ve realized now,
That the world is awfully mean
So walk your developing body
Looking at nobody
Down the dirty aisles
And receive those petty smiles
From those older people
With sagging faces
And know you’ll be a girl for awhile
And you place yourself
On a narrow pew
And hope his eyes
Avert to you
But all you can catch is his vague words
The same lines, the same things you’ve already heard
It’s a good time to pray and forget your day
You say,
‘Forgive me god,
For I have sinned.’
She begs for forgiveness
With her hands beneath her chin
‘Oh dear god, help me please’
But begging won't help
Even on your knees
And the minister pauses and stops to stare
You try restraining,
But your eyes are raining
Like a hurricane,
Because he picks up where he left off
You know, he knows, and god knows
That he’ll never care
And tonight you lay yourself on white
Your linens so clean, so pure
But nothing is ever as perfect,
You know you’re not alright,
because you chose to fall asleep that night.