there are a lot of things you can’t learn about me by reading this poem.

Like the way I look when I smile
or the way I look when I cry,
the way you'll feel if you hug me –
maybe you'll feel rejuvenated,
jovial,
at ease,
comforted –
the way my voice cracks when I've been singing too long,
the way I start off shy and then once you get to know me you wonder
how you could have ever thought of me
as that cute, quiet girl in the corner.
Go ahead.
Try to figure me out just by reading this poem.
You won't be able to.