I feel alone in this world constantly searching for the real me…
Something to hide me is what I am given daily…
The real me is hidden because the real me is tender…
I don’t want people to think that I am weak…

There are so many times that I wonder…
Is the real me still there…
Is the real me still strong…
Don’t get me wrong…
It’s been way to long…
Since I was myself…

I have been doing a lot of things…
There are times that God has brought me back to the king of kings…
While I am busy searching…
This world is passing me by and pretending that I don’t matter…
This world doesn’t care just how much I am hurting

It tells me to remain in hiding…
Even if I see the truth unwinding…
I know that the real me is out there and worth me finding…