A Poem About Being Anonymous

I’m not ready, to show my face.

To forget my mask, and show my cracks.

I haven’t lived, as who I am, or want to be, or need to be.

I cannot find, the part of me,

That’s fine with others seeing me.

I’m scared to show, what they don’t know.

And live without my safety rope, of a faceless illustration.

I’m just not ready, so please let me, stay a little longer.

But it’s plain to see, anonymous, I define me.

6 thoughts on “A Poem About Being Anonymous

  1. Sometimes you may stand on the edge of a cliff fearing what if you fall? But i ask you what if you learn to fly. I know it’s tough sometimes but allow the world to witness & appreciate the goodness that dwells within you. You are one in a billion so illuminate and inspire others with your glorious existence. πŸ™‚πŸ™

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