I don't know me

                  I Don't know me

                                       The crevices of my mind hold unknown secrets,

                                              secrets that makes me vulnerable.

                                                 I play as though I’m content,

                                  but deep down inside my whole life I resent.

                           Growing up alone has made me a cold hearted person,

            but personally I think that the feeling of being alone that constantly has me hurting.

                                         Growing up without a care in the world,

                               having my whole life planned without me being there to agree,  

                           I try to hold back the hands of time but somehow God won’t let me.

                                    Growing up so fast and not remembering the past,

                                            I don’t even know if I had a childhood,

                              misunderstood and miscomprehended that’s my life story.

                              The things I’ve been through; I’m able to write a book,

                     I try to change my appearance but somehow I’m afraid to look.

                           Constantly on alert, because of the times I’ve been hurt.

                                      My keen goal is to push everyone away.

                                       For some reason I can’t sleep at night;

                                              all I seem to do is break day.

                                    You think you know me; well you have no Idea,

               because it’s impossible to know someone who doesn’t even know their self.