January 23, 2010
By , Fairfax, VA
I am anonymous,
Names have no meaning to me.
I wish to see what’s really inside,
For that’s the real identity.

When I truly look at myself,
Maybe I’m not a nobody.

I see a child high on the swings,
So young and light and free.
And yet she is still swinging higher,
To be above her troubles, maybe?

I see a girl ready to fly.
But something makes her see,
That she isn’t all she thought,
She was supposed to be.

I see an adult making choices,
Confident, ready to believe,
That she embraces her freedom.
But with it comes responsibility.

I am anonymous, but who am I really?
When I look inside, I find I am all three

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Mar. 17, 2010 at 7:09 pm
i love this poem i am vary happy i read it hope u read some of my writings
Powd3er said...
Feb. 9, 2010 at 2:54 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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liddle_countrygirl said...
Jan. 29, 2010 at 12:33 pm
I see I see..i feel this way, like im three different ppl
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