You Think

You think you’ve got me all figured out?

You think I’ve got it all together?

You think you know what I care about?

You think that you know me?

You really believe that?

You really think that this is all I am?

You’re wrong.

There’s more to me than meets the eye.

I have so many wounds.

So many scars

From things done that can’t be undone.

There’s so much you don’t know.

There’s so much you’ll never know.

Simply because of who you are.

I will always be a mess.

I will always feel as if old scabs are ripped away

And reopened

Making me bleed all over the floor

And once I clean it up

There will still be a stain.

You think you know me?

You think you’ve got me all figured out?

Well guess again.

You don’t.