Who I Am Everyday
In the end I couldn’t shake it,
Living with so much time wasted.
Been trying so hard to break it,
I realized I couldn’t fake it.
Walking a fine line in this life,
Living so unstable.
I cut the cord with my own knife.
Then I fell so quickly,
Into the depths unknown.
I was so surprised,
To see all I was shown.
Then I took a breath,
Was that you I saw there?
Reaching out your hand.
With warmth in so much despair.
I guess I grew comfortable,
With all I had been living in.
One hand on the bottle,
The other full of sin.
Who do you think I am anyway?
Just one with a fake smile upon my face?
Do you not think that I feel pain?
Is my life one big game?
Who do you think I am anyway?
Just listen to the words that I say.
They are real and with me every day.
Yes my heart is real and here to stay.
That’s who I am every day.
I guess you’re the only one,
Who did hear this cry for help.
I was drifting so quickly,
Then you dragged me out of this hell.
The rest all thought they knew,
Yet only you could see.
Beyond the disguise I hid in,
You knew it was only skin deep.
With your help I’ve been trying so hard,
To work all these things through.
I’m grateful for your patience and being there for me.
To fix so much in me that has yet to be tried and used.
Copyright © Robert Stevens | Year Posted 2010
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