You really think you know who I am.
No you’ve just scratched the surface.
You don’t know about the nights I prayed for a better tomorrow.
You don’t know the tears I cried because I was bullied or misunderstood.
You don’t know the pain I felt just to breath.
You don’t see the anxiety that I drove me to be the best because I was afraid of failure.
Everyone sees the success.
No one sees the times I relied on God just to have a normal day.
Sometimes no one truly sees me.
They see my gifts.
They see what I can do for them.
They see my kindness.
No one truly sees me.
Only God does.
He sees the flaws , the hidden pain, the hidden desires and who I truly am.
He sees a child trying to find his way.
He sees me.
The real me.
And the funny thing is…He still loves me.