Gone with what once was,
quick as the downfall came.
Ashes left to be forgotten
where once there was a flame.
Better to escape it
than be riddled with the shame.
Such a pretty picture,
but it's in a broken frame.
Left without a target-
how does one know where to aim?
And so, left with no identity
no one knows who to blame.
Question what I'm saying
but to me it's all the same.
In any case I'd rather be
the girl without a name.
Hidden.
This piece is brief but is one of my more personal poems- conveying my fear of letting people in and, furthermore, the seclusion I've dealt with because of it. I have isolated myself so intensely at times because of somewhat severe anxiety issues that I've almost felt like I was left without an identity at all. I hope you guys enjoy this one and that you might feel the deeper emotions embedded within the words compared to some of my not so personal pieces. Thanks so much for reading!!Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
