The Real Me
What does that mean
Is it who I am when I'm with my friends?
Is it who I am when I'm with my family?
Is it who I am when I'm at church?
Who Am I?
Am I daddy's little girl?
Am I the annoying little sister?
Am I the woman running from life?
Who knows who the 'real me' is?
God knows!
God,
Please show me,
I want to know!
I am tired of searching,
I am tired of running
most of the time in the wrong direction
But most of all
I am tired of fighting
I am your child,
Your daughter.
I am a beautiful woman
With a passion for life,
with a passion for people,
with a passion for You!
Thank you God,
You just made it all clear
I finally know the Real Me.
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You pose timeless questions in this poem about the meaning of life. I guess we're all a mixture of people, wearing different masks, depending upon what situation we find ourselves in. I like the way you've approached your subject and it certainly sounds like you've found your answer. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxx