Do You Really Know Me ?

Do you really know me Or do you know the portrait that I paint That unoriginal image given to anyone in range

Or anyone that'll listen

I've buried feelings of hurt so deep in the dirt, to find it you'd probably need forensics

Do you know that under that bullshit smile is a child that felt so sole he could feel his soul deteriorate within him

Do you know that for so long, even at home, he felt alone.

No presence was given...he was utterly ungifted

Did you know his self-esteem never healed from those formative years of overhearing how cruel his peers acted

aAttacking his confidence lacking the common sense to see how those poison-tipped daggerish words affected him

Red rain occuring when deep blues were felt

So much bad news, absolutely no hope was left

There's been times I cried for help but was so deviod of speech

So yet again I ask that question...Do you really know me ?