Which Reminds Me

Yes, of course, this creates a problem, this non-existence of mine. How can I not exist, not leave any  thumbprint in the dust of high school, not hang on the gallows along with you, and yet also have my high school diploma stored away somewhere? I must somehow exist and yet not exist in your eyes. To be invisible and yet to not be invisible. This is a conundrum of existence. Needless to say