They Don't Know Me

They say they know me. They don't.

They say they understand me. They don't.'

They read my words and they think they feel. They don't.

They see my shoes and they think they walk in them. They don't.

Because they had a similar experience, they believe that they know me and who I am and what my character is made of.

They think they can label me and bound me to the restrictions and predict my moves.

They think they've seen me when they're still on the surface.

The real me sits behind the stage and controls the entire show, but all they see is the figure head.

I am the Congress to the President.

I am the puppet master controlling the puppet.

Like a true magician, the truth behind my tricks are to never be revealed or the world would see me for who I really am.

I am false and a pretender.

They think they know me. They don't.

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