WEAK ME (UPDATED WITH SCRIPTURE)

Frustrated,

wondering why 

I've never been quite able to get it right

on the first try.

Do you see that inner struggle

when you look at me?

My stomach churns,

bitterness burns

as if those silly butterflies 

are flying for their life.

When you look at me,

can you see

the smile

I've carefully placed

by painting onto my face?

I won't go out

without it

because it's taken me so long to perfect it.

And if by chance you catch a glimpse

of a shimmering tear

desperately fighting its way out,

please don't be presumptuous

enough to ask me if I'm okay,
unless, of course,
you're sincere
and really want to draw near.

The answer will be no
if that's not so,

and I'll be forced
to run away

because I'll be too ashamed

for you to see 

even just an insufficient portion of my pain.

I just love

to dress up

for this masquerade dance.

So I know

when you look,

you'll never see

the real me

because I'm hiding

inside the soft comfort

of our Creator's gentle wings.

What Jesus sees

when He looks at me

is the child I used to be

that's still there
somewhere

if you just take the time to look carefully

past the fences and roadblocks

I've built as a fortress to surround myself

to keep the wolves in sheep's clothing out.

But what I'm working on

so diligently

for you to see

when you look at me

is a reflection of

God's unfailing love

and all that He

wants me to be

when you really take the time

to look at me.

1 CORINTHIANS 1:27
BUT GOD CHOSE THE FOOLISH THINGS
OF THIS WORLD TO SHAME THE WISE;
GOD CHOSE THE WEAK THINGS
OF THIS WORLD
TO SHAME THE STRONG.