The Superficial

You're the best,they say.
And they love me!

You’re beautiful,they say.
And they want me!

My heels are broken.
My knees are bruised.

My eyes are open.
My lips are glued.

There's no icing on the cake now.
I’ve run out of that sweet stuff.

And my grandma just died.
So I can’t come out to play.

You’ve changed,they say.
They realize I'm human too.

I see the superficial.
They come and go.

God is real and in his hands,I will be clean.
Free of the superficial,free of the dirt.


(Please wash away everything that hurts.)