The real me

Do you even know who I am?

Now, don't say that you do

Because I know you don't

How can you know me

When I haven't told you anything

And you've only seen

A fraction of who I am

So don't say you know me,

Because you don't

And I don't want you to

Yes, I don't want you

Or anyone else to know who I am

Secrets, you can't keep

And you'll tell everyone

And they'll know everything

Soon enough

Who I am

Won't be a mystery

And so I won't tell you

And I won't let you know

The real me

I remember how you smirked

When I told you

'There's me, the loud chatterbox

The one who is lost

And messy and

The one who doesn't care.

Then there's me, the real me

I know where I'm headed

Or rather I know

Where I want to be

But I'm scared

For what I want

Isn't what I need'

So I won't tell you

Or even attempt to

Like I did moments ago

For you will dismiss it,

Childish stories

Attention seeker

Wanna be emo girl

And I will never let you know

Or see

The person I am.

So don't ever tell me

That you know who I am

Because you don't

And you never will