You Don'T Know Me

What makes you think you really know me? When all you see is a picture of me. A comment made, a feeling shared. What makes you think you have truly known what I am like? When you don’t know the reasons, you don’t know the fears. You have never witnessed my tears. What makes you think you can understand? When you tell me you know how I feel, when in fact you think you have an idea of what I am thinking, what I am feeling or whether I even cared.