Day 17

A page torn from my diary
Doesn't tell you all about me
Why would you think it could?
It is a part of me
But not all of me.
Don't think you can understand me
With a quick glance
And predetermined responses.
Things you've heard
Things you might have said
Are not the truth
Unless you know me.

You don't know me
And by the way you act
You never will.