Metal-Giant

I painted myself a picture of what I wished I looked like, maybe now they just might feel an ounce of my pain. I try to come into focus, I won’t ever step out of the shadows. I’m losing this battle. There’s always a need to be ashamed. They don’t even know me, all they see is lies; they don’t see the angel living in my heart. Let them try to find the real me buried deep within. Let them know with all I’ve got that I am not my sins.