The Real Me

Sometimes I wonder...

Does anyone truly know the real me? I don't think so. I'm genuine with what I show, but that's just it: I only reveal pieces of me. I don't really think anyone knows me as a whole. And I think I'd be terrified to let anyone see the complete me.

God, I'm so glad that you see the real me, the whole of me, mistakes, faults, flaws, insecurities, bad choices, and everything else... and you still love me. I don't understand how you can, but you do, and I'm humbly grateful.

The Real Me--by Natalie Grant
Foolish heart looks like we're here again
Same old game of plastic smile
Don't let anybody in
Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
How much will they take before I'm empty
Do I let it show, does anybody know?

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me

Painted on, life is behind a mask
Self-inflicted circus clown
I'm tired of the song and dance
Living a Charade, always on parade
What a mess I've made of my existence
But you love me even now
And still I see somehow

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
And you love me just as I am

Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me
You're turning the tattered fabric of my life into
A perfect tapestry
I just wanna be me