Harry Styles

They think they know you for who you are, but if only they knew that's who you aren't. They only know the told, not the untold. They only see what's in front of the curtain, not the back. They only see you from a glance but don't distinguish the one behind, with the gun pointed to your soul. They only spot the deep blue sea but don't perceive upon the multiple lifeless bodies of sadness. They take notice of your goods, thirsty for everything you have and are. They take a glimpse of you, trying to observe and detect you in any way possible. They think they know you inside out, all your errors and faults. Let them take into consideration of what's not you, of what you show, of the hidden stories.