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YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
You can be friends with someone for a very long time.
You know all their likes and dislikes, but you still don’t know their minds.
You can spend all your time with a person and know all the things the do.
You can love someone and still not have a clue.
Even if a person tells you all their hopes and dreams underneath the stars,
you can still not have a clue about who they really are.
You think you know me just because I’m around you all day.
You think you know me in every way.
You think you know me because I joke around.
You think you know me from my head to the ground.
You think you know me because I smile and laugh.
You don’t know anything, not even half.
Do you know that I cry every second of every year?
Probably not because you never see my tears.
Do you know what my thoughts are every night right before I go to sleep?
It’s a prayer that I never wake up, and I pray the Lord my soul He keeps.
Do you know that everything you know about me is just what I want you to see?
How well do you think you really know me?
You think you know me just because I act a certain way.
Do you know that I contemplate suicide every single day?
Not because of the place I’m in or where I’m from.
It’s the hurt me and my family live with because of the things that I have done.
You think you know me because I’ve told you a little bit about my past.
Do you know that I don’t tell you everything because I’ve worked to hard to make this mask?
The mask that you see.
This mask that makes you think that you really know me.
You don’t know what I think in my mind.
You don’t know because my actions don’t give off any signs.
You think you know me just because I tell you about my life?
Can you tell me how many times I’ve cut myself with a blade or a knife?
Have you ever seen my scars from the slashes I’ve made?
How long do you think it’s been since I’ve picked up a blade?
Take a guess. I want to know what you think.
How many slashes do I make before I even blink?
I make slashes to tear my skin apart.
But all my slashes represent my heart.
Do you think you know me because I’ve read you some of my thoughts?
If you know me then what is my number 1 demon that I have fought?
How do you think I feel things should be?
Can you answer that question?
If not, then you really don’t know me.
