Me... Or not...

If i was me,
But not me
the me that no one else can see,
If i was me,
But not me
Could things still be?
If i can't see while being me,
Then i must become the other me,
You see not, hear not, of that me.
Because ur blinded by a vail,
a cover over something rare,
something never seen,
is the me that no one sees;
Not even me...
No more i see that inner me,
The me that died years ago,
Because no one saw her,
heard her, or adoard her.
That me is gone for good you see.
She'll never be
the me i want so badly to be.