Mean

God wants all of me

His son, his gift for free

Why is giving myself so hard?

Especially when I’m broken and marred.

I want to run and hide my pain

Let no one ever see my shame.

Feeling unworthy – never enough

He wants me to love – but it’s so oh so tough

Nasty and mean people can be

Being nice just starts with me

A kind word or two is all it takes

Does it still count when mine are fakes?

I’m so tired all the time

but I smile and say “just fine”

people don’t want to know

when they ask how you are

it’s just pleasantries and silly things

that keep us all afar

Saying what is on my mind

wouldn’t always be so kind

so just say please and I’ll say thanks and go our different ways.