They can't see behind your eyes
Know what you know about your life
They way that you think, or belive 

They can never, will never know
Why, How come, or who you are 
What you do is because of you
Of who you are and what
made you that way.

Cirumstances can be decieving
Even if they are near, they do 
not sit in the same chair or 
come to the same conclusions

I am helplessly lost as you 
pretend to predict my next 
step as if my mind is an 
understandable map

You have no clue 
Because there is 
no window, 
no peekhole
no way to unmask 
the person who 
Stands before you 

You think you've known 
All the times I've cried,
And the reasons behind 
my multiple tears. 

As if the waterworks 
stopped as soon as 
you left the room.

It never stops.

You
will never
know me.