You gotta love it
When people
Claim to know you
But haven't
Got a clue
Tell me something
How can you
Possibly know me
When you don't
Even know you
Who are you
I mean really
Not who you
Are told to be
But who you
Were meant to be
Born to be
Who are you
Deep inside
Where your
Truths and fears hide
Who the hell are you
Do you even know
Or is who you are told to be
All you you know anymore
And where do you
Get off
Telling me who to be
Never giving me
The time of day
Then claiming
To know me
Tell you what
How about
You go get to know yourself
Then maybe we'll talk