The real me

You think you see the real me,
you don't.
You don't have clue.

And yet,
you appear so transparent.
I see right through you.

We play this silly game,
that we're so close;
heart to heart,
souls entwined,
when we haven't even reached the start.

I'm not just some insecure little girl,
and i'm not just frigid or scared.
There's more to it,
it runs deeper.
It a shame that nobody cares.