You Think You Know

My life is a riddle for all to see;
And those of you who think you know, don't know the real me.
You say, "we've got you pinned," "we can read you like a book;"
I just smile and nod to let you off the hook.
Do you know my fears, what makes me happy or sad;
And if you knew the truth, that you haven't a clue, Would you be mad?
Not even my closest of friends, Yes this means YOU;
Know what im about or if I'm being true.
Why is it, what you see isn't what you get;
And is this something I should fret?
The question to this riddle should be;
Why is it I don't show the REAL me?
Purhaps, I don't feel accepted, so I hide how I feel;
So why can't you just accept everything and deal.