He who loves me
Will never know me
But those who know me
Will never love me
Those who comfort me
Will never be close to me
But those who are close
Will never comfort me
Those who wish to break my outer shell
Do not know what I feel
And those who know how I feel
Will never try to break this shell
Those who worship me
Do not know my worse side
But those who know my worse side
Will never even praise me
Those who think I am beautiful
Don't see my cracks
But the ones who can see those cracks
Will never think I am beautiful
Those who believe I am smart
Don't know of my blatant ignorance
But those of whom that do,
Will never see me as intelligent
Both types of people
Those who see only good,
And those who see only bad,
Can never actually grasp me
There is no one
In this reality
That sees my good and my bad
Not even myself
