There is a difference
between wanting to be seen
and surviving being seen.
Between wishing someone would notice
and enduring what their eyes make of you.
A person can spend years
aching for a witness
and still flinch
when someone finally looks.
Because being seen
is never only being seen.
It is being interpreted.
Named.
Measured.
Remembered incorrectly.
And sometimes
the safest place to exist
is just outside
the reach of someone else's understanding.
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Author:
Nosotrez (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2026 04:42
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Comments1
We are never seen completely or accurately yet I hear a reticence in this poem to being seen at all. A shyness and timid approach to appearing in public. Nicely written it makes its point.
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