They know "who I am" in the most shallow way possible.
They know what I look like.
They know how I act in public.
They know what clothes I where.
They know who my friends are.

They don't know what I do.
They don't know what I write.
They don't know who's arms I cry into.
They don't know how I laugh.
They don't know what I love.

They think they know me.
They think they care.
They think they're being nice.
They think they are sweet.

They don't know how much they hurt me.
They don't know how cruel they are.
They don't know how hard I work.
They don't know why I cry.

They know.
They don't know.
They want to know.
They will never know.