A Piece of Me Locked Up

There is a piece of me I'm not seeing Thats why I'm not being myself Because part of myself is miles away incarcerated I hate it, I'm trying to make it, I smile most of the time I fake it Because of the anxiety inside thats desperately waiting for the arrival of apart of my heart thats presently missing you Man! I'm missing you I hear your voice on the phone Get letters sometime they make it better I see your son often and that helps weather the storm But at times I'm torn between pain and successes It amazing because I cry in the middle of blessings Cause I feel like I'm not there because when I look in the mirror A piece of me is still not here