I’m struggling with heaven because I’m still in hell.
Trying to escape but the pressure is the strongest I ever felt.
Hell seems like the most common life I try not to follow the trend.
My outer appearance looks different than what’s within.
I’m actually greater than the being wearing this skin.
Eyes looking back, with a piercing attack.
Gambling with my life but don’t want to bet on black
I don’t care for this life, I’m just trying get my old self back.
I’m stuck in neverland, I lost my soul like Peter Pan’s did his shadow.
Charlene! (My Soul Twin) help me win this battle.
From Christian to Christian,
Do we get in where we can fit in?
Is it best to hide in a crowd and pretend?
So, we won’t be singled out or lose and any friends.
I question my action wondering, Is This Me?
The only version in a mirror I can see.
Covering up my **** with clothes embarrassing to be.
The real I.
The nice, sweet and generous guy.
Actually that’s still me!
No matter the circumstances I’ll still smile even if it kills me.
I try to **** them with kindness no need for violence.
I just tend to wear a heavy coat and try to hide it.
But it’s who I am I wear my strength like Samson.
My Joy can’t be taken away or feel abandoned.
I guess it’s the light in me, the only version of Christ in me.
The only thing that keeps me going in the darkest areas.
Just so I can see...Do you agree?