Do you really know me?

What you think you see when you look at me
Is only what I choose to reveal
So don’t be fooled by what meets the eye
There’s a soul that lurks inside
It may seem quiet amidst this buzzing crowd
Shy girl, they think, she’ll come around
Maybe I’m shy, maybe they’re right
But if they may be wrong, which they might
Here’s a thought to ponder about
No one plans a murder out loud.