TITLE: Let Me Be Me By Amber Riebe 11/10/07 |
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Why do you make my life so much harder than it should be?
Why can’t you just let me be the way God made me?
You grab me and pull me into your insecurity.
Don’t you know it makes me wanna scream?
You squelch my personality
and I feel I’m living my life for everyone but me!
Living my life within your cage
has pushed me into this silent rage.
If something doesn’t change I’m gonna go insane!
You changed me so much that I don’t even remember my own name!
Why do you push me to the brink?
Why do you tie weights to me and then wonder why I sink?
You attack my personality
and now I’m lost in this hole that you dug so deep.
You try to press me into a mold of who you want me to be.
Don’t you know your box is too small to hold my creativity?
Living my life within your cage
has pushed me into this silent rage.
If something doesn’t change I’m gonna go insane!
You changed me so much that I don’t even remember my own name!
This space is so small and the box is gonna burst!
I’m being crushed within and it really hurts!
I need to break free from this captivity.
I feel like I’m suffocating and I’m fighting to breathe.
Why can’t you lose your insecurity?
Why can’t you trust me to be me?
Living my life within your cage
has pushed me into this silent rage.
If something doesn’t change I’m gonna go insane!
You changed me so much that I don’t even remember my own name!
What do you gain by trapping me in your game?
Do you realize you’re ripping out who I am and it brings me pain?
What exactly do you hope to accomplish
by holding me hostage like this?
I can only fit the mold God made for me.
He gave me this creative outgoing personality.
Living my life within your cage
has pushed me into this silent rage.
If something doesn’t change I’m gonna go insane!
You changed me so much that I don’t even remember my own name!
Will you ever accept me for who I am?
Will I ever fit the criteria for your plans?
You need to let down your guard and trust me.
You gotta let me be the person God created me to be.
Let go and embrace me for who I am.
You have my promise that I’ll never let go of your hand…
don’t you know that’s never been my plan?
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