This is who I am
There is no possible way
To fix or re-create me
Why must I suffer so
Why must my legs
bend weepingly for minutes on end
For You to hear me
Why am I here
Is there no other place
Where I can find hope
The peace I've been asking for
Or the joy promised me since birth
This is who I am
There is no possible way
To fix or re-create me
I smile when in front of others
While I am dying inwardly
My thoughts eat away at the brain
Supposed to give me knowledge of the unseen
My heart sits in various places
In my members while fighting to harmonize
How can it give blood to my entire body
Yet when it comes to others it forgets
What it is like to rise and fall to its own beat

Why can't You hear me?

Why don't You care?

How must I call You Heavenly Father
When the earthly things I try to avoid
Respond more than You
When the places You try to guide me from
Are actually the places where love is found
Even if it comes in a pair of skinny jeans
Hugging the lowest part of his bottom
So what if he has gold teeth and smells
Like Axe   he promises me things that You cannot
Seem to deliver on