No one really wants to know the real me.
No one wants to understand my personality.
They judge based on what they see.
They don’t want to know if i’m really happy.
They wouldn’t realize if ever i am lonely.
They see me smiling, they think it’s because of glee.
They don’t know that it’s to hide what’s inside me.
No one dares to ask what’s the real me.
They think the true ‘me’ is what they already see.