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.
Life and Other Stuff 
What do you think?