No one understands me.
This is something I am sure of.
They might think they have me figured
But they only see my acts.
My mind is a place uncharted,
What you find there weird and unknown.
My friends think they have me figured,
But they don't.
I don't want them to.
If I can't even figure myself out
Then how can they know me?
They know what I show them.
And what I show them is real.
But it isn't me in entirety.
Why do I enjoy the sense of mystery?
Why do I like being the outsider?
All people are unique.
But not all people are this deep.
When no one understands,
There is not to do but leave.
Once alone my mind may roam,
Free to wander in secret solitude.
There I find that once again,
I am alone in my path.
No one, no not one
Know what it is to be me.
I can't truly place it,
I don't know if I could should I try,
But deep down inside
Is a secret.
My friends don't know me,
My family doesn't either,
Not even I.
But there is one who sticks closer,
Closer than a brother or sister.
He knows my heart,
Where I only know confusion.
He saved me from myself,
His Name is Jesus.