Who Am I?
Even now when I look in the mirror I don’t always recognize myself. I sometimes wish I could explain it to people in a way they would understand. I would hide from the mirrors and cameras because I could never see myself. I just saw the haunted shell of a girl, but I never felt like it was me. I never wanted it to be me. I never wanted my story to be true. Yet, I wouldn’t give any of it up because it has led me to meet amazing people and to see beautiful places. The pain is something that most people could never understand. My story is a story of betrayal from the very people who should have protected me. Yet, it is also a story of how I came to know Christ and how He has taught me to love again.
Who am I?
Sometimes I just don’t know
Sometimes I feel as though my soul has been ripped in two
I feel as though I no longer know myself
Two opposite halves
One who loves everyone and wants to do so much for others
The other, is so angry and wants to destroy everything it touches
Two sides of the same coin
Both are me but not
Who am I really?
When you created me, what did you envision?
What am I supposed to do?
Who do you want me to be?
I cry out, God I plea
I reach out to you to save me
Save me from myself
Or from whatever I’m turning into
Because I know I could never save myself
Written in silence to a God I wasn’t sure of. Grasping at a hope that I didn’t even know existed. A time when I believed only God could help me.
