I see this broken image,
this man in front of my eyes.
As I gaze into the mirror,
I see this cheap disquise,
I see the man I despise.

I know I have done You wrong,
I am colored with shame.
Lord God, words run cheap,
all I am is a liar to Your name.

I put on this facade,
for everybody too see.
To hide away the guilt,
so they can't see the real me.

See the makeup wearing thin,
as the tears run down my face.
Trying to get back on my feet,
to this, to my distorted grace.

Guilt takes flight,
this hideous sight,
as the layers slowly peel.
For You see who I am,
to the sorrow which I feel.

This mask I wear,
the pain I bear.
is too much to see.
So please turn around,
and don't look at me.