The False in the Fake

So guys guess what? We’ve backtracked a bit because there’s more God wants me to spill on the topic of identity. And as a puppet on His strings, I will do as He desires so let's get started. “Who are you? I’ll wait, (comment below) but really who are you? I don’t mean what you do, who you think you are, or who you aspire to be. I want to know who you are, what are the components that make you, that unique you. I’m not talking what your parents named you or even how the world claimed you to be, I mean who are you when you’re in your room? Who is that person that you hide and keep guarded up inside. The true you, that purest form of yourself. Yea that one, that person right there that you just thought about, the one you were specifically designed to be. Yes, that’s who I wanna get to know that beautiful soul that you’ve been hiding inside behind that mask and that facade. Not this false image you’ve been portraying, but the you you are inside. I want to get to know the behind closed doors you, the one no one gets to see. The one that is free and funny, creative, playful, and carefree, the one you so desire to set free. I want to get to know that you because that you is the true you and that’s who I’m here to preach to, not that fake you, but the wake you. Not that sleep you, not that you that gossips and tweets and fake blows up but is really sweet. I don’t want the resting face you, but the wrinkles and crinkles in the face from laughing you. I wanna meet the you, that you say you’re ready to expose even though I’m just a friend. But than again do you even know that you?

Can you even say you know that you? Have you even explored that you? I mean after all you did tuck them away, and said they were never allowed to come out and play. Did you really even find out your name or did you bypass that like you do everything? I mean how can you say that you know yourself, when you don’t even wanna be yourself. You haven’t even freed yourself, yet you out here yelling, Be Yourself. You hypocrite, your mind so twisted and conflicted constantly flipping through the hand guide that the world gave you, but what about the one I gave you? Did you throw it in the trash, or just throw it in your bag, do you even use the app? But yet you out here screaming about this black and white, so much so you missed my instructions on how to fight this fight. Which ultimately lets me know that you don’t even like yourself because to me the one who rules from beyond the sun, you are all one. So once again I pose the question; Who are you?

I’m not asking just for fun, but I wanna know, because this far you’ve been on the run. Chasing yourself into a parallel, but for what if you truly know yourself? You’re delusional if you think that who society says you should be is the greatest form of me you can be. But you’ll see that following the crowd is just like putting on a uniform and joining the crew. Where’s the substance, the difference, the opposition to weakness, where’s the RAW attitudes that are so drastically missing from the world. What happened to self? Not self in dependency, but self in individuality. Where’s the desire to stand out and be different, where’s the want for change? Everybody’s just drifting along living life the same, judging and misusing, misplacing, and manipulating the truth, but no one wants to live in it. But why live a lie, what are you afraid of? We all have to die, dying now or dying later it all hurts the same. One just gives a greater reward and there’s less of a strain. But you’d only know this if you really knew who you were. So again I ask, Who Are You?”

-thus says The Lord