You never see the real me. Not a single one of you. Sure, you may pretend that you know me. I’m that little kitten you always see, always smiling, always hyper, always happy. But do you want to know the truth? I’m not the carefree kitten you see. I’m not the small kit that’s forever chasing after stray leaves and pouncing on moonbeams. Surprised? I don’t see why. You never pay attention to me. Hidden in my happy-go-lucky attitude lies me, the real me, never having a chance to surface. What you do not realize is that I can not always be happy and hyper. I can not always be the nice little kitten you see. I can not. My personality does not consist of simple things like that. You never see me, you never care. I am not that. I am not what everyone expects of me. No one can see that side of me. No one ever will. You all sit there, and laugh at me when I try to show myself, the true me. When I try and tell you who I am. I have to keep pretending to simply save face. You do not understand me. You never will. I try and tell you things, but you don’t understand. No one has ever understood, and no one will. I try and show you, but you never see me, the real me. You will only see the kitten at your feet, pawing at a playmate’s tail. Not me. Etcetera.