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I hide from my struggles,
but they always find me.
I run from Love,
but it's deep inside of me.
I don't see what you see;
Can't believe what you believe,
that I'm the best I can be.
Scars of pain, cloud my being,
warp my thinking,
fade my existence.
My reflection of Beauty,
doesn't reflect the beauty within me.
Can I be the best,
and not past the test?
Is my life in limbo,
because I won't repent?
Am I damned like the others,
with unconfessed sin?
Can I rise from the ashes,
and let Beauty prevail?
Fake like you have something to live for,
and stop pretending.
Am I fake, if God's love is in my heart.
Can I relate with troubles of my own,
Am I dying or will I live on.
I want to know this fate
from now on.
I want to know if Heaven is my home,
and to die in peace will be my reward.
Will my soul live on where yonder lies,
with no more crying or Hypocritical drama.
Am I really above this mess and not beneath it.
Am I more than a conqueror and I receive it.
Can I do all things because I believe,
that the Greater one is in me.
Is it more so than the Hypocritical thinker
that I have allowed myself to be.
So now I wipe the tears from my eyes,
change my clothes and my mind.
I do a one hundred degree turnaround.
I undertake courage and renounce lies.
One day at a time, I dare to stand strong,
even when my knees buckle, I get back up.
I am not a Hypocrite, a pretender, a thief.
I am not the one behind the mask of deceit.
I am who you see, not the Hypocritical Me.
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