What Is Real?

My thoughts are empty, my worries are gone I hate this feeling and it’s lasting so long. I blankly stare at all these faces Trying to figure out all these places. I try so hard but can’t figure out What’s going on, what it’s all about. My defense is gone, all my worries and fears For with these losses come rivers of tears. I feel so fragile and I feel so alone I’m stepping out on a branch that’s nowhere close to home. There’s so many people and their judgments on me To be somebody else, to be fake and phony. Even though I feel vulnerable, even though I feel scared I’ll step out anyways, for their opinions I don’t care. I will be who God wants me to be For I shouldn’t care what everyone else will see. For it’s God who matters and only Him alone For it’s Heaven, my one and only true home.