no one knows me. no one knows my favorite flower, my favorite books, or what color i like the most. no one knows what song i play when i'm sad. no one knows the coffee i want in the morning or the food that makes me feel hungry. no one knows my secret. if i'm soft if i get hurt easily. no one knows my pain my traumas that need protection. no one knows that sometimes home doesn't feel like home. yet i still hope for someone who will know every single detail of me. but i wonder would they want to or will i just keep being ignored?