You don’t know me.
You’ve been there all these years.
You’ve watched me grow.
You’ve seen me every day.
And yet you still don’t know me.
You know what I have let you see.
You know the facade I have created.
Because I can never show my honest self.
Not to you. Not to anyone.
I can never allow anyone to get too close.
I can never let down my defenses.
Because in reality I am weak.
I am a vulnerable pathetic soul.
I take everything to heart.
And let everything hurt me.
So I push everyone away.
I put on a mask and let them think they know me.