spring onion

You look at me, but do you really see me?
Do you see the whirlwind that goes on inside?
You judge me at first glance, you label me within minutes.
You merely scrape the surface; you think you know where my heart resides.
Do you really know me?

Do you see what happens behind closed doors?
Do you know of the anguish that goes on within?
The facade I pull over and the real me,
I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
Do you really know me?

I long to say what I want to say,
to pour out what's on my heart.
But you're always self-righteous,
why would I want to say my part?
Do you really know me?

You expect much of me,
many plans you've already made.
Would you kill a man and his dreams,
all for convenience's sake?
Do you really know me?

Would you spend some time,
to come sit with me?
Long enough to hear the soft sighs,
and whatever my heart still believes?
Do you really know me?

I've become less of a man,
the man that God wants me to be.
All because I've tried to be what you wanted,
and disposed of more of me.
Do you really know me?