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How much of what we see is actually true?
We all see what we've always been taught to.
The sky isn't always blue.

Those who see with their own eyes are few.
Those who feel with their own hearts are too. 
When I see a person I wonder just who are you?

Than I go back to the inevitable who am I?
We all ask ourselves this, it's no lie. 
Sometimes we just have to try.
Though we don't always know why. 

Who do you think you are?
From the real you are you to far?

Every person has a story of their own. 
Yet we can't see how far they've been thrown,
or even how often they've felt alone.

Hell, we can't even see how they've grown.
Once again this goes unknown.
What goes on that's not shown?

How often is who we are who others see?
Do you even know who you want to be?
Will anyone ever truly know me? 

I feel like the answer is no.
Not because they haven't tried though.
It's hard to show what I myself don't know,
Hidden so deep below. 
I wonder how far down do I dare go?

I just want to sit back and watch the worlds show. 
Basking in its after glow.
Just like another member of this puppet show.
Being thrown to and fro. 

Can you let yourself let it all go?
This I just don't know.

I want to see the real you.
I want to see it through and through. 
Yet I'm not sure I know how to. 
We all at some point withdrew.

No two people have the same view.
This theory is tried and true. 
Just who are you?

So, do you know the real you?
Do you feel like you do,
or are you doing what you've always been taught to?
This right here is your first clue.

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