Miss Anonymous has something to say
not of love or loss of pain
but the sickly poison seeping from her wounds eating their way through
miss anonymous can not bear the truth society placed at her feat
miss anonymous needs a few thousand friends
to take her poison away
to share microscopic bites of the enormity of her life.
miss. anonymous has something to share
under false pretenses we shall receive
and we will pretend we are not just as weak
we stand strong in a crowd
but we too tremble under the fear
of our lives, our family, our jobs
our selves...
miss. anonymous has hidden herself
not strong enough to stand alone