Memories bounce around in my head.

Time and time again

I'm forced to deal with them on my own 

Because no one else wants this irrational pain

Thrown at their face.

 

No one truly wants to see what I'm thinking about. 

They'd think I'm crazy,

Avoid me at all costs

Because it's never a good time to show the real me

No,

It's never the right time or place.

 

It's ok because I'm a professional 

At playing a character

That's what thespians do.

We thrive in the times when we aren't ourselves,

Everyday for the rest of our lives.

Some break free while others hold on. 

The addiction to perfection in enough to drive us insane.

We try to play the game and end up losing anyway,

But I've been shown some grace.

 

You see, there's a higher power.

God, Jehovah, Savior, and King

He saved my soul and said He wants me,

All of me, 

From my insecurties to my sins.

He wants to be my Friend

My Father 

My King.

 

With His help, I'm learning how to be me again 

With His help, I'm learning my true meaning in time and space