You Think You Know Me

You think you know me Look through my eyes to see You don't know my fears, Angers, what brings me tears You see my pretty face And curves in all the right places You don't see the ugly rot inside too far gone to be revived You don't know my passions in life or all my struggles and strife You see me as loving and sweet deep within is misery, no treat When you look deep into my eyes You see your own reflection My eyes hide my fear and depth your lust is for a misconception You must break down my walls To even begin to know the real me when I speak it it is in truth But I can tell a good story