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.
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