You don’t really know me,
You might truly care,
But you don’t truly know me.
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.