Sometimes

Sometimes it seems I have no choice
But to listen to my own voice.
Cause sometimes it feels as though I'm not there
The way people look at me and stand and stare.

I try to ignore them the best that I can
Stand up straight and act like a man.
I've spent my life doing this I'm expected to be strong
Boy oh boy how people are wrong.

They see me in the street and ask me how I am
I reply politely " fine thank you mam "
But what i don't tell them is how I really feel
I wonder what they'd say If they knew the real deal?

Would they stop and listen maybe offer some advice?
Or turn tail quickly cause they were only being nice?
I guess I won't know until I learn how to trust
This is so important it has to be a must.

I have to get going I should be at home
I don't know why I'm rushing it's so lonely on my own
I am seeking to understand the truth of me
Though i am running free within me

I think its me against myself
But its all about being true to yourself