You don't know me Until You Know Me

When people look at me they see a girl. They see a shy girl with short hair, blue eyes, decent clothing, and a smile, and then they assume my life is perfect. They assume I've never had any life troubles, and that I don't know what hard is. They assume I'm perfect, and they assume I'm happy. The truth is, behind my smile and my smooth skin there is a rough background. There is a story, a scary story.

I know what's above seems almost too deep, but this is how I feel everyday. I feel like people just assume who I am, and it kind of hurts. It's like I'm automatically supposed to be what they think of me. I remember last year in Algebra I sat next to someone who was very open about their past and current issues. All I remember is that person said something along the lines of "Kara has probably had the perfect life." It kinda stung. I know anyone who is reading this can relate. We've all felt this way. I just needed to get it off my chest because it's one of those things that has just been bugging me. You don't know me until you know me.