God will work it out (by Ceniqua L. Proctor a.k.a. Nicole Reed)

What I have to say may not come out right so I am skeptical to reveal it.

since you cant just sympathize I rather yield it.

I suppress my emotions to establish you ,

Who do you think you are?

Who are you really?

Often I ask myself who is this foreigner who claims to be you,

You are not the person that Im use to.

Taking a woman for granted ceases to amaze me,

Just lose the pride and be who you use to be.

I know I can't be perfect at all,

But sometimes I feel that you will rejoice if I fall.

I am imprisoned with this broken heart,

You should have warned me from the very start.

Is this how I imagined my life?

I never meant to be a wife.

But since I am I want to make this thing right.

Let me breathe a fresh breath of air,

Let me know that you care,

Sometimes I try to press through the pain and still you aren't there.

Maybe its time for me to except the concept and don't take everything into account,

I know that in the midst, God will work it out.