Who Cares?


I have two faces but I only show one

No one knows my true face, none

All you can see is my mask

Nobody even cares to ask

Who cares?


My real face shows my trepidation

I try not to parade the lamentation

I'm hurt, broken, and demorilazed

From those atrocious, abominable words you've verbalized

Who cares?


I realized I'm one of God's creations

I know now I'm not mistaken

God has put me here to be in His play

Pull back the curtain & listen to what I have to say,

"I'm not here for you, I'm here for Him.

He has a purpose for me

Just wait and you'll see."

God cares.


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