ever feel like jumping?

i have.

in a seemingly charmed life, its hard to believe that such pain can exist.
maybe because we are trained to always be happy,
paint on our smiles and put on the show

paint me with a tear.

i live today as if its my last, because i have lived too long in my past.
nightmares still lurk around my mind, awaking me with wounds that will never heal
though the evidence is long gone. who would ever know?

i reach for a future that is unclear.
the foundation crumbles beneath my feet as i climb to reach my purpose.
the truth i am denying.
i live for today, because i have no faith.

you talk to me like you know me
but do you?
dear perfect stranger,
when you look in the mirror what do you see?
tell me what you see is real, because all i see is a reflection.
a reflection will never tell you what you want,
just what is already there.

we are mended from pieces of shattered glass.
they didnt lie when they said we are made in gods image


so tell me,
who made you?