You don't know me. Not really.
For what you see is just one part of me...
the me that lives and loves and dreams
the way the world expects.
You don't know me. Not really.
For I am locked within myself,
a tangled web of emotions.
You see laughter
from a heart that flows with silent tears.
You see love
from a heart that aches with the pain of rejection.
You see faith
from a heart that struggles to believe.
You see hope
from a heart that has known the depth of despair.
You can't know me. Not really.
For I have yet to know myself
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