If you really knew me

Some mornings i wake up,
in a complete tearful cry,
i put on a face and hopefully pull off a lie,
People make fun of the way i act,
and tha is an impact,
on not only me as a person,
but the way i act,
so the more i allow this lie to live,
the more i give,
to this lie i pit on this face,
the more i feel like a disgrace,
nothing can prepare me for this,
to learn that i will be missed,
and accept this,
so if you really knew me,
you would know,
and you will see,
what i can be,
who i am,
and what i can become,
so when you poke your fun,
at this lying face i put on,
i hope i can become your forgiven son,
because if you really knew me,
you would see