Do you know me?

Do you really know?
Know the person who cries at night
Know the person who suffers everyday
Know the person who cant stand their situation
Know the person who tries to escape
Do you know me?
Who am I to you?
Do you know what I think about at night, or why I take late night walks.
Do you know who I am really?
Have you peeled away the mask?
Do you know me really?
Do you care about me?
My life?
My problems?
My joys?
Who am I?
Can you see me?
Or do you just see a person?
Do you see the life in my eyes or am I dead to you?
I wonder too. I sometimes cant see through my own mask but can you break through?
Who can know? Who can say? Who am I.
Have you lost me or did you ever have me?
I can only reach so far. I can only help so much
I cant stretch much farther.
I might break. But maybe to break would bring about a new person.
A new life. A new me.
Could you tell me the answer?
The only question I have is do you know me?
My life is something… but do you see that.
Have you past the boundaries of self?
I hope you know because I don’t and never will?