If Anyone Knows Me At All...

I wonder all the time if anyone knows me at all. 

I wonder all the time if anyone knows my favorite color.
I wonder if anyone knows my favorite food or flower.
Wonder if anyone knows my favorite songs, or types of books I like to read.
I wonder all the time if anyone knows me at all. 

I wonder all the time if anyone knows the history of where I've stood, or where I'd like to stand.
I wonder if anyone knows my hopes, and dreams, and dreads.
Wonder if anyone knows how I'd like to spend my time if I had the time to spend.
I wonder all the time if anyone knows me at all.

I wonder all the time if anyone knows the real me underneath. Even if they think they do, do they?
I wonder if anyone knows if I'd rather be with people or alone.
Wonder if anyone knows if I'm brave or afraid. Afraid of them.
I wonder all the time if anyone knows me at all. 

Do they know when I'm happy, sad, lonely, or overwhelmed; and if they did, would they step in with me to help me stand strong?
Can anyone tell if I'm really smiling when I'm smiling?
Do you know when I'd rather cry than act like I'm okay?
Does anyone see when I'm left out and ignored? Do they care? If they do, why are they afraid to say something?

I wonder all the time if anyone knows me at all.

I wonder all the time if anyone knows if I'd rather wear jeans or dresses.
I wonder if anyone knows if I like school or play.
Wonder if anyone knows I have a soft side.
I wonder all the time if anyone knows me at all. 

I wonder all the time if anyone knows what I'd rather see or what I'd rather hear more than anything else in the world.
I wonder if anyone knows what I do when I feel like I can't do anything else.
Wonder if anyone knows what makes me happy deep down inside like nothing else does.
I wonder all the time if anyone knows me at all.

And sometimes I wonder if anyone was brave enough to tell me if they did, or to risk guessing anyway, and tell me...
If anyone knows me at all.