SlamBehindtheCurtainSlam
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Turning my heart with a racket
trying to break it loose
to revel the contents inside
reveling who i truly am
My sister chronicled her life in pictures
Of sports teams, school dances, and friends
Plastered across her walls.
My brother chronicled his in memorabilia
From sports games, movies, and family trips
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
He stands hollow and meek
Bear witness only to the façade of the curtain
It hides his faults, concealing truth,
I love you...
Im not just saying it so it can be spoken
but im saying it to be heard
dont misinterpret my feelings
cuz i mean what i said and i said that i love you.
"Are you okay?"
The question that makes me both joyful and depressed
The sad thoughts
The happy memories
They all come to me at once
I cry inside every time I hear it
But I keep a smile on my face
The person I am
Shall never be known
I am one person to people whom they call "normal"
I am another to my companions
But to me, I am someone I shall never know
I am a mystery
Is it really okay to express?
What are these things called feelings?
My peers will treat me different as if I am weak if I show the real me
Are feelings something I should keep locked up or set free?
I have been made free.Free from all of the things that once binded me.
It is the beautiful saving work of Jesus.The grace that He poured out when he hung on a tree and died for us.
No longer a slave to the old.
