You Don't Know Me

You Don’t Know Me

You don’t know me.

You never did.

You only saw a shell, instead of what was really there.

I could see how you saw me.

I always can.

I don’t mind.

I don’t really care.

I have this shell for a reason.

Maybe I do want to be funny,

To be loud,

To be seen.

But really I just want to be known

For who I am, not for who I seem to be.