Reverence is Violence

Before all this my world was a lie
I was blissfully ignorant until it made me cry

I didn't choose this I was born into it
And now I don't think that I can go through it

Shoved myself in a box too small
I revently walked down those suffocating halls

Told me my love was a horrible sin
Scolded me if I dared show my very own skin.

In these things I was told to find comfort Even while I was judged for the length of my skirt

Irrevrant questions in a quiet room
Trying to be worthy don't want to face my doom.

Doubt your doubts dear sister they say
Take my questions and on the shelf they must stay

But what happens when that shelf breaks?
Please tell me how to quiet these loud heart aches!

They call me sister I call them brother
They make me afraid to talk to my own mother

I feel like the reverence far too violent
But if I want salvation then I must stay silent