Yes I know it contradicts
The girl who is never truly seen
But is known to exist
She who sits in the back at war with herself
Who inestead o fusing a voice as weapons to peirce thew ears
Uses her pen and papers to penitrate minds ahead of her own years.

Anonymously Know as I claim to be
makes much more sence than the plain eye can see
People who know my name can't name name my past to it
Just because my mind speaks louder than my mouth does shouldn't mean I forfeit,
But I am the girl you some times forget about
Skipped over, run passed, never talked about
That's me.
Out of sight, out of mind, seems to be my main theme.