Would You Still Love Me

The thing is, I don’t even know myself. I’m always forcing at least one thing around each individual person.
But what if the person I designed for your being suddenly wasn’t who you thought I was anymore?
I would like to see your image of my design. And I would like to see your thoughts.

Do we all think the same things but of ourselves? Does this make sense to me but you’re currently wondering what kind of shit I’m on?
Someone just told me a secret about themselves. They trusted me enough to hold that information about their being. Would they feel this same pride that I’m feeling right now if I told them the same exact thing?

Would you love me if I showed me?
Would you miss my designed me? Would I believe myself if I said that this was the real me? And what if the “real” me, wasn’t me at all…
I don’t know the real me but at least you don’t either.