The Other Side of Me

They said, "There are things other people knows about you that you do not know."
Whatever that might be, let it be.
That is just their observations and interpretations.

I believe, they can only see what appears to me.
Their mere eyes cannot see beyond its limits.
They cannot even go and see my past.
Thus I am the only one who have the memories of them all.
And some of them I have forgotten (",)
However, I dare they will tell me, positive or negative it does not matter.
...

Well, those are the things they can only see.
Those would be the other side of me.
The real me? The whole of me?
They do not know and would never know.
Unless they can go back to the time of my birth 'till now.
Watching and observing my growth.
Whatever they say, I have my own story as they have.
My other side, as I know it. My me.