is that bad, that some of me is not shown?
I am not revealing my whole...
Sometimes I feel pulled down by the weight of it's hold.
On occasion my life feels like it is not my own.
I walk on, with that "Rebecca smile" on my face,
part of me is ashamed, and part of me is at peace.
I can finally see some of my inner beauty, it is amazing.
Am I just striving for perfection?
Because It brings me exhilaration, joy, happiness and warmth.
I feel closer to God, deep inside my soul.
Yet I feel a part of my soul, anxious and concerned.
Or is it this female side, that is taking control.
Emotions consume me, they eat me whole.
I need to escape the pressures, from myself, and from this God wretched word.
I am going to step aside,
stop looking for the answers elsewhere.
I am going to pray, draw near,
and see where I am guided.