I Am Who I Am
I am who I am,
Deprived and depressed
It takes me a lot
To take this pain off my chest
You ask me, how are you
I say that I’m fine
This question is countered
With the one, “Who am I?”
Why do I feel this way
I wish that I knew
Knew all of the outcomes
And what I could do
I wish you could know me
From the inside and out
So you can see how I’m drowning
In this ocean of doubt
Through all of the years
I didn’t give you a sign
To say that I’m hurting
Through this struggle of mine
I am who I am
Though I want to be me
I can ask my Lord, Jesus
To come set me free
I am who I am
Deprived and depressed
It took me my life
To get this pain off my chest
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