Caged In Just Messages

What can I tell in actuality, when all we've ever known is caged in just messages?
What can I tell from that screen I look at everyday?
Because nothing is raw, nothing is real.
There is no emotion, no truth, nor lie.
There is just what I want to believe that you tell me.
Empty words? I don't know; give me something to acredit for.
Part of me doesn't want to know you, or to meet you
Only to keep believing all I've heard.
The other is screaming inside, fear, wanting to know the truth.
Are you what everyone says you are? Or are you more?
Less?
I'm jumping in now,
I hope you'll catch me.