The things
You think
You know
About me
I beg of you
Please think again
An outcast
You hears all
And sees all
While hiding
In the shadows
That is how
I grew up
Isolated
Never really
Truly seen
But screaming
For the world
To see
The me
That remained
Hidden
Behind
For once
The truth
In the mirror
It has denied
Far too long
Why is it
That even
While Isolated
I can see
And hear
Both the
Good and
The bad
About you
But when it
Comes to me
All you have ever seen
All you have ever
Tried to see
Is the bad
The me you think I am
Not who I truly am