If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm the best editor in the world.
You'd know that when I tell a story, or talk in general, it is exaggerated beyond belief.
You'd know that my father terrifies me.
You'd know that I sometimes forget the character I've made people believe is actually me.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I think that old dead white guys like Homer and Victor Hugo are genius'.
You'd know that AP Literature classes entice me, but mock me.
You'd know that I love Theater and I'm not Gay.
You'd know that beyond facades of control and confidence, there sits a stranger inside his own body.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I take every damn word seriously.
You'd know that I'm scared of not graduating.
You'd know that I'm in a perfect unrequited relationship.
You'd know that I want to teach the world.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I may faith in God isn't perfect.
You'd know that besides being as stubborn as an ass, I'm as easy to convince as a kid.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I don't know what to do after high school ends and all the friends who say that they love me so much just disappear because our worlds are gonna take different roads and we will all be diverse people with diverse interests and diverse new friends.
If you really knew me, you might miss who you thought I was.
