Do you really know me?

The person you see now isn't who I really am.
You see what you want to see not what is really there.
You think you know everything about me, but really you know nothing at all.
I wish I could tell you who I really am, but I can't.
All I could think of is: Will they accept me they way I really am?
Well they judge the real me? or Will they ignore me because I'm not who they want me to be?
I'm not perfect, but this is who I am.

A person who won't just look at the cover. I will actually read the book. I hope you understand me now.