Who am I?

Who am I,                                  this smile...is it real?                  I'm not sure,                              but the tears I cry,                    that's something I know I feel, these people...                            Do they really care?                  How do I know,                        when the person who I see,           is just who they all want me to be. When will someone want to know who I really am?                    Smiles, laughter, and joy are great, but sometimes there is much more that lies beneath,                       the pain you feel everyday weighs        you down,                                  yes you are happy and have much joy, but that doesn't dim the pain of each day,                                 as if you were just a reject of the world,                                        like an old toy that has been tossed away.                                      Being who you are,                        is just gonna push them all so far, yes you have a great heart,and much to offer,                             but when your always hiding what's inside,                                     acting like a man made robot,                                        just praying I keep in all in,        the pain is just too much to hide, inside u feel as if in some ways you have died.                      I talk to my creator , the maker all!      And when I listen really closely ,      he says my dear daughter do not worry for  I will catch you when you fall, ".            You are a beautifully gifted woman of God, why do you let this world make you feel so damaged,        yes your wings are tattered and torn.    To fly, is for what you were born,    a child of the one true king, stop asking yourself who am I?"