Do you know me?
I know you
You are the same stuck-up person
you’ve always been
You think you’re perfect,
Always right and better than everybody else
You might not think you think that
But you do

You think you can never slip up
But if you do, you’re still perfect
You try to make everything about you
Even when you know it’s not

You say bad things about people
To make yourself look good
And you have no idea
How many hearts you’re hurting

So how much do you know about me?
I doubt it’s very much
You know nothing
So I’m going to help you out

You know those things that you do and expect me to do but I don’t
It’s not because I’m rebellious
But because it’s hard
You have no idea how hard it is for me

You have no idea that I cry myself to sleep every night
Thinking about what you said to me
How you treated me
What you did to me

You have no idea who I am, or what I’m like
Because I never get my thoughts around
Whenever I’m angry, or have a problem
I’m forced to hold back my words, because I have to behave

So after all that
After everything I told you
Do you know me like I know you?
No. You don’t



#6_7/30/2011