Fake Smile

In the depths of our soul, we hide our pain,

Smiling on the outside, bleeding in vain.

We build up our lives, to make them appear whole,

But inside, we're broken, with a wounded soul.

A boy on the streets, a bully in disguise,

Hiding his hurt with a tough guise.

Abusing others to feel strong,

But inside, he's hurting all along.

We all wear a mask, afraid to show,

The brokenness inside that we all know.

Longing for acceptance, craving fame,

But deep down, we know we're not the same.

Pretending to swim, while we're drowning inside,

Putting on fake smiles, while our pain we hide.

Seeking glory, chasing acclaim,

But never truly feeling whole again.

In a world of facade, we all play our part,

Yearning for connection, but hiding our heart.

We're all broken souls, trying to find peace,

In a world where appearances never cease.

Deep down we know we're not bold,

Fake smiles hide the pain we hold.

Building up our lives, sinking still,

Incomplete inside, searching for thrill.

Can sex, drugs, and money fill our dreams?

Or is there a cure for our insecurities it seems.

Live life to the fullest or waste every hour,

If it makes you feel good, do all the more.

But the problem with this ignorant lie,

Is that nothing that can satisfy ?.

We're leaking out more than we can hold,

Trying to fill a void that can't be controlled.

What if the real answer isn't in what we can find?

But in something beyond our human mind.

Our Creator sees under our mask,

Knows our thoughts and our unending task.

God isn't fooled by our facade,

He knows our hearts and the good we lack.

Despite our sin and our endless chase,

He chose to love us and give us grace.

Repent and believe, receive new life,

From a Savior who conquered sin and strife.

I was dead, but now I'm alive,

Just a beggar showing where to find bread,

the true source of life.

The problem we face

is the problem of the heart.

We are all full of imperfections, full of sin, full of ice.

Our hearts need to be transformed and purified by Christ.

It is not superficial touch-ups for supernatural change.

It gives new life to my lungs, new life to my veins.

No matter what I am going through,

I don’t need a false smile because

I have been forgiven, adopted, and loved like God’s child.

It is not my answer that suits me the best,

Nor is it my nice lifestyle valid like all the others.

It is the way and truth and through life

the reason my smile isn’t fake

It is Christ