You say you know me.

Because you gave birth to me. And you've raised me.

But that doesn't mean you know me.

You know shit about me.
You don't know anything.
Yeah, you know my little habits and shit.
But you don't know anything that runs through my mind.
You don't know my goals.
You don't know what I think late at night.
You don't know how my body works.
You say you know me because you've given birth to me and raised me?

Yes, you know a big part of me. But that doesn't mean you know me.
Fuck no. You know nothing about me.
Please quit acting like you did.
I'm grateful for all the things you've done. But by no means, do you know me.