Knowing The True Me Poem by Trysta Due

Just when you think you know me,
You realize that you were wrong.
Why can't others' just see,
It's just like singing a song.
The title tells you a part,
Of a small story within.
The words from the heart,
Of the person it's composed.

Nobody chooses to dig down deep,
To find out what the true meaning is.
Just like no one knows why I weep,
All because they just don't realize.
How wrong they can truely be.