The Real Me

I was dancing alone in front of the mirror in my room,

something I used to do all the time.

And this song came on.

It exposed my heart.

To those invited to read this blog,

I know you see behind the painted smile.

And I'm glad.

Though I'd rather not be so broken and messy,

God is at work in my life.

He'll fix things, for His glory. 

The Real Me by Natalie Grant

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?
How 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 a 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

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

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