I just needed to prove something.
What am I trying to prove?
That I'm happy, that I'm right, that I'm toocoolforyou?
I feel like Christ has been shamed by me on so many levels.
That when I seeked to be less of my past self, I became an exhibitionist.
I want to blame somebody but I know the blame is my own.
If knowing thyself is a priority, I'm way behind.
If knowing God is a priority, I'm worse.
My existence and being are in a flux and I'm just in that swirl, unable to control who I'm being half the time.
So, Faith help me.
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