"She's so polite" 
"Very studious." 
"Doesn't get into trouble." 
"Kinda boring." 
"She will tell us anything." 
"She won't change a thing." 

But do they know: 
That I laugh so hard that I tumble to the floor? 
That I want to play the electric guitar? 
That I long to be in love? 
That I screamed at my parents, stormed off to my room, and sulked to the sad sounds of Chris Cornell? 
That Despicable Me 3 made me cry?
That I thought of what it's like to die? 
That I have conversations with characters I don't even know? 
That I've worn the same frames since I was 8? 

No. 
They don't know.