You say you know me, 
But you really have no idea. 
Who do I love ? 
No, not him, but another person 
A special one, one I'd do anything for 
But you don't know. 
You think I have a perfect family 
Or one with normal sibling or parent-child fights, 
But you don't know about the other stuff. 
You don't know the thoughts that cross my mind, 
The memories that I wish were more than just memories. 
You don't understand how I wish he knew. 
You don't know what I want to do in the future. 
You don't see that I try to have a smile plastered on my
face every day, 
But when I'm alone in my room I'll break down and cry for
hours. 
Which is why I write ; 
So I can get all my thoughts out 
Because there's things you don't know about me. 
So next time you're about to say "Yeah, I know her" 
Think twice, and say 
"I know of her", 
Because you really have no idea.