Pity Party

In times like these, I feel like such a misfit,
I wanna give up, throw in the towel and quit.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter what I do,
Some people just won’t like me, it’s true.

That familiar feeling returns, being sorry for myself,
Wanting to hide, withdraw and sit on a shelf.
I tell myself I’m a big girl, I can take it,
But my feelings well up and I can’t fake it.

I’m hurt, disappointed and needing to heal,
It’s easier to deny the feelings I feel.
Pain isn’t fun, but I know God uses it for my good,
He’ll hold my Hand And walk me through it, like only He could.

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