Assumptions

Do people really know who I am?

They see me at the surface,

But do they know what I contain?

After 2:25 rolls by,

Do they know where I go?

Can they really see my feelings?

What I like and what I hate?

People think I’m always happy,

that I will always be there,

But what if I’m gone one day

What would they all say?

If I acted like the feelings inside

Would they all be scared?

Run away and hide?

Or would they act like the

First three letters of assumption

And try to move on?

No matter what they think

I am not pretty happy and pink.

I am what I am and even though

No one might get to know the real me

I am unique different and special

And absolutely a one-of-a-kind person

And so are you and everyone else,

Though they make assumptions

They only do that because

THEY WISH THEY REALLY KNEW YOU!