Don't

You don't know me. You don't know my musical tastes. You don't know my dreams and aspirations. You don't know my favorite foods, books, holidays, or movies. You don't know what I look like when I get up in the morning, you don't know the temperature I like my shower, you don't know what I hate about myself or what bothers me most. You don't know my favorite colour, my pet peeves, my hope and fears. You don't know what I bank on and what makes me cry. You don't know how strange I am or what I really think of you. All you know is what you see.