Penciled Thoughts
A Stranger in Me
Afraid to show just who I am
I hide me very deep.
I cannot change what is so real
while in this darkened sleep.
I’ve lived in make believe,
I don’t know who I am.
What you see is just a boy
inside’s a frightened man.
Who I am I do not know
I have no shape or form.
You reach out with tender hands
helping me stay warm.
You let me be, you show me love,
you accept me as I am.
Now I stand upon the rock
instead of in quicksand.
The phony me that I show
causes me such pain.
The real me I keep inside
it’s really not the same.
I will learn just who I am
in this I will succeed.
Coming out into fresh air
my captive soul I’ll free.
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A Stranger in Me
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