Isn’t it funny,

Isn’t it strange,

The people who,

Should know you,

Never really do.

You try to explain,

To make them see,

You aren’t just a shell,

You’re a soul as well.

Sure they know your color,

Your favorite food,

Even your birthday.

But do they know,

What happens when you’re alone?

You aren’t at the mall,

Or on the phone.

You’re reading a book,

Or pondering questions.

What would have happened,

If you had done this?

Do they know,

What’s really happened?

Before you were really

Happy

Before you could laugh,

You had to cry.

You had to live life,

Before being naïve.

Do they really know

What you went through?