Knowing Without Knowing
They see me, yet
they do not see me
They hear me, yet
they do not hear me
They know me, yet
they do not know me
I am but a number in this world
A face in the crowd
A name on a roster
A girl in their class
It is easy to feel like nothing, like nobody
when I think of the magnitude of the universe
Yet I am something, someone
If they saw me, then
they'd see the girl who grew up too fast
If they heard me, then
they'd hear the girl who's got one foot in the past
If they knew me, then
they'd know the girl who's been to hell and back
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