(This was inpired by an email i recieved from a friend. Little did she know it would make me write this. Thanks katie Hoffman. At this point in my I had just transfered to Purdue and had left all my VU friends back at VU. and I didn't really have any feelings for them. I felt so controled from my football training to not show emotions. blah blah blah. being a man blah blah blah. you get the point i think.)
What would you do if every time you felt loved
you had to say good-bye?
What would you do if every time you wanted someone
they would never be there? around
What would you do, if your best friend died tomorrow
who would you go to, to confide? (and no one else understood you)
What would you do if you loved someone more than ever
and just being friends was okay.
What would you do if you could read into peoples minds
and see their every thought
What would you do if you're personality was to earn peoples trust
and you fail to get it not knowing why.
This is my life.
This is who i am.
This is ME
This is who i choose to be. (this is who i have become)
It tears me apart to see people unhappy that want to be.
It shreads me into pieces when I hear their life Stories.
It shrinks me down to size to be gracious in the life that He has given me.
And it destroys my world view (perception) on how perverse the world is (can be).
and for some sick reason i feel gain when i see them down and out
by bringing back memories that were better off forgotten.
Though it may be hard at times.
This is my life.
This is who i am
This is Me
and This is who i Choose to be (have become)
friendship after friendship
City after city
when does it stop.
when will my close friends ever be close (in the same vicinity)
I long to share my life with someone
but at times Im scared of growing out of love.
Will my love ever be real for her.
Will hers be real for me.
Will we be faking ourselves to each other, till we get old
and forget who we are down the road.
(by finally forgetting who we really are inside)
My friendships seem onesided half the time
because i can't seem to react the right way.
Maybe its because I'm a man.
Maybe its not
I have been given these talents to beable to care for people
but in turn after helping them i feel just the same as before
like its expected of me.
This is my life.
This is who i am
This is Me
and This is who i Choose to be (i have become)
Some people Love
Some people hate
but me i can't seem to do either.
I don't hate but yet
i have the hardest time saying three little words together.
I, Love, and you.
This is my life
This is who i am
This is Me
But i can change who i am at any point in time.
I daily choose to change my life and be in HIM.