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Dec. 4, 2004 First of all.. Is guilt a poem or a story? Either way it needs to be told. Edify Me Guilt is a sliver that I can't get out Your picking only makes it worse. Guilt is a burn underneath my skin I can't push it out and it won't stop digging. It won't stop screaming the things that hurt most It won't stop ringing in my head In my heart I believe it's my fault once again. Because I didn't do it your way, because I couldn't be Jesus, Because I didn't do anything you expected. Guilt your a conversationalist on an airplane who won't shut up. Fifteen hours until landing and I can't get you out. It makes me feel like jumping through the window. But guilt, your a locked window on an airplane and your making faces at me because I'm trapped inside. Your on the outside and I have to listen to the big ugly sound that somehow communicates meaning. Into my ears it forces comprehension and fault. Deserting my ideas I adopt yours and find my mistakes self defeating. I know that this is too high a price to pay alone. I have no money. Somebody Please… Edify me and tell me I will be okay. ------------ About the author: Mechele Cassells is 22. One day she will own her own radio station, write a couple books and get married. In the meantime she'll just play guitar, drink coffee, and eat dictionaries. That's the life! Email: mecheolight@aol.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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