what do they actually know about me? they only see what i allow them to see. they think they understand who i am, but the truth is, they only see the parts of me i feel safe showing. they see someone who looks calm, someone who seems strong, someone who keeps going no matter what. but they don't see the silent battles i fight when i'm alone. they don't see my doubts, my fears, my regrets, or the dreams i carry close to my heart. they don't ask. they just assume. they judge. so what do they really know about me, when they've only seen what i choose to show?