be broken...be real...be you...

my dearest friend…
many of the time i live life at face value, while deep inside i have this longing to be real, to be me. will people love me for the real me, the messed up, trying to figure out confused and lost me… i ask myself, “will anyone join me in this journey of life?” i long not to pretend to be something i am not, but to be me, who Christ created, this deep soul within… who is that? the question that we should always be asking ourselves is, “am i living it right?” and the joy of living is found by seeking and constantly asking questions like this.
all my broken love,
liisa noel
…be broken…be real… be you…

foolish heart looks like we’re here again
same old game of plastic smile
don’t let anybody in
hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
hoe much will they take before i’m empty
do i let it show, does anybody know?

but you see the real me
hiding in my skin, broken from within
unveil me completely
i’m loosening my grasp
there’s no need to mask my frailty
cause you see the real me

painted on, life is behind the mask
self-inflicted circus clown
i’m tired of the song and dance
living a charade, always on parade
what a mess i’ve made of my existence
but you love me even now
and still i see somehow

wonderful beautiful is what you see
when you look at me
you’re turning the tattered fabric of my life into
a perfect tapestry
i just wanna be me

but you see the real me
hiding in my skin, broken from within
unveil me completely
i’m loosening my grasp
there’s no need to mask my frailty
cause you see the real me

the real me- natalie grant