Do you really know me? What made you think so?
Is it because you know my name?
Is it because you know where I work?
Is it because you know where I live?
Is it because you see me pass-by everyday?
Then you are mistaken, you don’t know me at all.
Do you know what makes me happy?
Do you know what make me cry?
Do you know what makes me angry?
Do you know my favorite color?
Do you know my favorite food?
Do you know the kind of movies I like?
Do you know the genre of music that I listen to?
Do you know the things I believe and those that I don’t?
Do you know what my addictions are?
I might laugh when I get upset and cry when I’m happy. When a joke is too funny, I can’t even laugh. This is just a little piece of me.
When you heard or read that story about me,you jumped into conclusion that you know me but you don’t. And you might never know me. You judged me from afar when you have no right to do so.
Being the hypocrite you are, you will never know anyone at all.