You know me.
The masses you walk past daily
The one with the face, doing the things forgotten in seconds
As you carry on with your day.

You know me.
The homeless on the streets
The animals in retreat at the sound of footsteps
Pulsing, engaging anxiety in our brains
While we wait for the coast to clear.

You know us.
The friends that never formed
The ones who wanted to say hello but can't
For fear of reprimand, a societal curtain call
As the world keeps turning to a close.

We know you.
The one that's seen from the eyes of others
The person with a face, doing the things remembered forever
Forgetting about us
As you carry on with your day.

My, you're strange.