Blurring thoughts raging inside of my overworked mind
Questioning myself of what others think to be blind
And I cry alone inside, but not a single tear will fall
Because I’m too confused, or maybe I’ve just numbed it all
And I don’t know what to think or say, and if I did, what would I do?
A misunderstanding comprehension of what they think I never knew
Young at 21 and I hide myself a little bit more each day
Hoping nobody would find this inconclusive stow-away
Vulnerability strikes hard so everybody else can see
And like a pack of wolves, they prey on and devour me
And I hang my head in shame for this thorn in my side
Because they saw it first, when from me it would hide
Convinced I was not naive, that I had some common sense
But then they knocked me down, and I, with no defense
Got up to strike them back, but the thorn nudged deeper within
Until I, in all stupidity was knocked over once again
In a world full of false wisdom, I am dubbed immature
Thought I had it all together, when now I’m not so sure
And I should be unaffected by their worldly ways
Because I am under God’s ever-sufficient grace
And if I only know one thing, it’s the meaning of life
While they still search for answers, I am satisfied
In the One Who picks me up each time they knock me down
Their evil forces stomping my pride into the ground
Only stuttering for the words I wish I knew to say
When I, myself a sinner, get caught up in my own way
Momentarily forgetting Who they really hurt
And they never knew Whose face they were rubbing in the dirt
Because He’s in me, and I, in Him, together in one unity
They think they know who they hurt, but it’s not really me
If I stand up to it without one single hurtful word
Then maybe silently they’ll know what they never heard
For it is they who will be judged on their final day
And then they’ll know what I know and Who has the final say
For if they know not what they do, then who really is the fool?
And I’ll be blessed for gracefully taking in their words so cruel