I fake a smile every second, every minute, every day,
Don’t know why, but I’m getting used to being this way.
I see myself in the mirror—this gaze, penetrating,
Don’t know why, don’t know how, but I lost myself without even realizing.
A stranger stares back with eyes hollow and tired,
A soul once aflame, now dimmed and expired.
I trace the cracks in my reflection’s face,
Wondering when I started slipping, losing grace.
The laughter I wear is a well-rehearsed art,
A mask that conceals the ache in my heart.
Yet deep inside, a whisper remains,
Longing to shatter these silent chains.
I walk through the crowd, unseen, unheard,
Drowning in noise, yet lost in my world.
Echoes of memories, shadows of dreams,
Fading like whispers in cold winter streams.
The weight of the silence, heavier each day,
Words left unspoken, thoughts kept at bay.
I reach for the past, but it crumbles like dust,
The person I was—buried in rust.
But somewhere within, a flicker of light,
A voice that calls me out of the night.
Not my own, but gentle and true,
A love everlasting, steady and new.
“My child, I see you, I know your pain,
I carried the cross to break your chains.
Come as you are, don’t hide, don’t run,
You were redeemed by the blood of My Son.”
I fall to my knees, the weight starts to fade,
The hands of my Savior have lifted the blade.
The wounds in His palms, the thorns on His head,
Remind me He suffered, He wept, He bled.
Yet He rose again, the grave couldn’t keep
The One who now watches as lost souls weep.
He whispers my name, He reaches His hand,
And suddenly, I understand.
I’m not alone, I never was,
Even in darkness, He carried my cross.
The mask I wore begins to break,
As mercy and love my soul remake.
So I take a breath, let the air fill my chest,
A moment of truth, a moment of rest.
Jesus, my Savior, You set me free,
And now I know what it means to be me.