You think you know me.
You can tell when I hide some things, but not all.
You can read my eyes
But only because I don't try that hard to hide from you.
Only you can tell
I'm just not that used to having to try so hard to hide things.
I'll get better at it again though.
I promise that I will, and soon you won't be able to tell
No matter how well you know me
You won't always know.
And fyi; you don't always know when I'm hiding something