Life, Love

You Don’t Really Know Me.

You don’t really know me,

You might truly care,

But you don’t truly know me.

Why?

Am I not worth knowing?

Am I too difficult to learn?

Am I too complex to understand?

Why can’t you know me?

I more than willing to learn you,

More than willing to understand you,

But are you ready and willing to do the same,

Can you really get to know me?

I hate it when we clash over the little ones,

I hate it when I realize you don’t really know me,

Even though you’re not them,

Even though you hate it when I call you them,

I am afraid you’re just like them,

The difference is how much of you is growing inside me.

But still, you don’t really know me,

And that, is our awful reality.

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