Straw Man

I am not who you think I am

I am not who you think I am

I am not who you’ve made me to be, be, to be

My pedestal is decayed with sin

Collapsing all around me

With all your expectations

With all your preconceptions

The straw man

I am, not called to be

Your idea, of how you see me

I am, not called to be

Your idea, of how you see me

I am not, I am not

In a place to pretend

In a place to pretend

To be a fake version of a man

The straw man

I am, not called to be

Your idea, of how you see me

I am, not called to be

Your idea, of how you see me

I am, not called to be

Your idea, of how you see me

I am, not called to be

Your idea, of how you see me

Not called to be, of how you see, how you see me