Don't Know Me, by The Broken One Who Fixed It Subscribe to rss feed for The Broken One Who Fixed It 

They think they know me.
But they don't.
They try to understand me.
But they can't.
I'm so sick of the "good-girl" image, 
the "good-girl" everyone thinks I am.
If they only new all the things I do,
all the thoughts I think,
the good girl image would be no more.
They don't know me.
They don't know what I've been through,
the things I'm going through,
the things I'm going to go through.
Yet, they think they know everything about me.
Guess what, folks?
You're wrong.
Again.
Posted: 2007-05-28 13:08:12 UTC
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2006-08-15 02:51:02Shattered Mirror
oo dark lol ure scary jods very bleak!lol if that word even works in this sentence im slow lol

2006-08-31 05:32:05cute bunny
what's an idiot poem!!!!!!!!!don't you know that no one could understand us except us?what a silly things for hoping everyone to understand us.....

2008-06-23 14:04:03ray!
but we have to hope people understand us, cause then we would be all alone with ourselves.