bigger than my body

something that i constantly worry about is that no one actually knows me.
the real me.
why i live, and why i breathe.

it's hard though. it's complicated. i'm complicated. not to say that i'm more intelligent or more profound than anyone else, or that anything i say or do is too complex for someone to grasp. i don't know what makes me so complicated, maybe i'm not. i could be lying to myself so it's easier to deal with feeling alone.

deep within, i know there is something beautiful. it desperately wants to be heard and known... but most of all understood.
i don't even know if that's possible though. i fear i may be asking for too much

maybe the problem is that i don't even know myself. i want to be something that i'm not, so when people see the real me i don't accept it. i want to be something more.
is it possible?
can i be something that i'm not?
if i feel this way, how can it not be true.

these feelings must be true to who i am because i am being true to myself.
how can i not be myself. it's not possible.
everything i do and say and believe is who i am
everything i do and say and believe is me.
everything i do and say and believe makes me whole.

and yet i feel empty.
constantly.
consistently.
alone.