Do you know me?

Do you really know me or do you think that just?
Just try to look me deep in my eyes,
read my mind.
Do you see me as a smiling happy girl?
Or did you look very good.
Because if you did, you'll see that I'm just pretending.
That I ain't that happy as you think I am.
Instead of that you would see a girl that slowly breaks inside.
And if you really knew me,
you would know somethings,
only one person knows.
The things I'm hiding the best I can.

But I think many don't know me that well.

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