Mis-adventures of the Half-wit Me

-i know-

you stare at me as if you know me
read me, drink me, digest me
but you know and i know that
you know not a single thing about me,
not a single thing about me.

you talk to me as if you know me
comprehend me, follow me, undertstand me
but you do not.

and you know that i know
that you never knew
the me that weeps
each time you forget that i exist.

i know that you never heard me weep
when i am in pain, or troubled, or simply crying
because i know and i know that you know
that you never cared.

i also know but i dont know
if you already know
that i have already come to know
that all of the things that you throw to my direction
are nothing but a hollow show of affection.