You Don’t Know Me

You don’t know
What it’s like to be me
You don’t know
My history

You don’t know what I’ve been through
You don’t know how many friends
Who I thought would be there until the end
Turned out to be the opposite of real and true

You don’t know why I cry
You don’t know the real Kai.
You don’t even bother
To find out about her
You don’t know
What it’s like to be branded
As the lowest of the low
You don’t know what it’s like to feel abandoned

You don’t know me
How do you know what it’s like to be
Called things behind your back
Because you supposedly lack
“Popularity”

What do you know
About plain cruelness
What do you know
About feeling less and less
Every single day
What other way
Is there to go, expect rock bottom.
When you’re just being yourself
And not one of them

You don’t know what it’s like
To be me
To be the only
One who cries late at night
You don’t know me at all
As I continue to fall