You do not know my name.
You do not know me, period.
You have never met me.
You have never said Hi to me,
and you have never been a friend.
You do not talk to my friends,
and they do not talk to you.
You think you know me,
the real me,
deep down inside,
but I am telling you now,
you do not.
You never will.
What you do know is...
I have brown hair,
brown eyes,
I'm tall,
and to you, I'm chunky.
You know I am hyper,
and totally out-of-control,
but that is just on the outside.
Everyday, you criticize me to be something I am not.
You tell yourself, I am a b!tch,
and I am a huge geek,
but the next time you criticize me,
please, get to know me at heart,
and then you will see,
I am more than a b!tch,
and I am more than a huge geek.
And if or when you get to know me,
and you feel the same way,
still, do not criticize me,
because not everyone knows the real me,
even when they know me really well.
And even if we get to be best friends,
and you still feel the same way,
please, do not criticize me just yet,
because even to my best friend in the whole world,
I do not completely open up to.
You may think I have a heart of steel,
because I do not cry,
or you may think I am the stupidest person alive,
because I have those moments,
but like I stated before,
I do not completely open up to people.
I keep my feelings in a box in my heart.
So please, the next time you think of criticizing me,
think of how I could be,
if only you knew me.
