Perfect Imperfection

Many days praying for rain, trying to hide my tears/giving fake smiles to cover up the pain, shallow laughs to hide the fears/they call me weird, and honestly I'm starting to believe them/goals seem opposite of near and obstacles making it hard to achieve them/but they say if you believe Him then all things are possible/I'm determined to be that freight train with no brakes, yeah that's right, unstoppable/a success story? It's probable but first I gotta give this work/meaning if I want something to work I have to work at it, gotta get it out the dirt/by any means necessary.....

Lost & Found

I lost myself. Somewhere along the way I stopped recognizing the face I saw in the mirror. Initially it scared me, but the more I paid attention to the image staring back at me the more it all made sense. I wasn't being me. I had strayed away from my cemented beliefs, deviated from my normal way of thinking. I was no longer the person I had grown to be. I lost myself. Because I found you. You. The one who I desired. The one who I cherished. I found false hopes and fallacious feelings. I found shallow words and superficial actions. I lost myself. Because I found you. But now I have to lose you to find myself.