Yes That's Truly Me
Yes that's me,
But they look and they see,
Only what's on the surface.
They see not the true me.
People look at me and think they see it all,
But what they do not know is that I feel I've hit a wall.
They look and see someone wise,
But I'm truly not a know-it-all.
People look at me and think that I have not worked.
But tell me, how else these things would I have earned?
Many people believe I've had it handed to me,
And that truly makes me hurt!
People look at me and they do not see,
How my heart is always given away for free.
It's been stepped on and broken,
But from love, it still does not flee.
I then remember that they cannot look into my soul.
They have no way of knowing what all it holds.
And that's okay, because I know deep inside,
My spirit is alive and burns bright as coal.
But can I not dream?
Maybe of a day when they'll look and see.
It's all as clear as can be.
That's absolutely, truly me.
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