July 24, 2017
20:54
Cry

Cry

What if I told you who I truly am, the real me

Would it make you like me more or less

Underneath all the toughness and false bravado

This is who I am and it’s not pretty

I am a small boy lost and afraid and insecure

In my room late at night when the lights are out

Alone with nothing but my own thoughts and fears

I curl up in the foetal position and cry like a baby

Not for myself but for the injustice in the world

I cry out to Jesus to make it right, because I can’t

I’m sorry if I am a disappointment to you

 

 

Comment by willard on 24 Jul 18 at 10:06 AEST
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have learned lot of things from it on the topic of blogging.
thanks.


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