A prose poem about a girl

There is a woman in there I know I’ve known in time long past she doesn’t remind me of someone she is someone there is a girl in there I’ve seen I’ve seen her before but she doesn’t seem to know she seems to know me better than I think sometimes but worse for the circumstances I’m not ready for this kind of thing this kind of thing I’m not ready for the reality of the situation seems a bit too real but there is a woman in there I know there is a girl in there who knows me too well she sees inside what I put outside but try to cover up with itself but here is a man in here she knows there is a woman who sees a man she knows I can tell I’ve known her before but she doesn’t know what I see in there there is a girl in there I can see she doesn’t show me a girl outside but I know there is a woman outside who looks inside with a girl inside who knows a man when she sees one there is a boy outside who knows a woman he’s never met but sees the girl inside he knows there are women and men who pretend to know and see but they’ve never met before but outside and inside I see a girl I know and a woman I’ve seen with the eyes of a boy who’s been here before and the wealth of a man who knows what he sees and is terrified to be left alone.