you act as though you know
who i am
but unless you are me and know my history
how could that be

you know not who i am
you do not know where i've been
what i've seen
who i've met
what i've done

you see and you think you know
you read and you think you comprehend
but in reality i am just words you read
a face you see
a voice you hear

you do not know who i am
why i sit here and write
you do not know what has inspired me
you know not my desires

i am in search of a dream
but it is not your dream
it is a dream that only belongs to me
and who i want to be

you do not know what it means
when i put my pen on paper
you know what i show you
what i tell
but only to a point

you cannot comprehend what is written between the lines
what i have hidden inside each word
how each line tells a story
a story of me and who i am

you can interpret and translate
however you want
but i am the only one
who truly knows me