DO YOU KNOW ME? I am Anonymous. Except my name you see Daily requests for pics of me I am a grown ass woman I am a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend I shall not post my pic you see I refuse to give FB that piece of me I am not sure what people want I am confident of being self-conscious But self-conscious of being confident. I am as bright as I am dark advent I wish I could figure out my place I love to sing in the shower I love to write and express myself I collect lighthouses for my shelf I love all things nautical it seems I fought an inward battle for many years I fought addiction and won that fight I beat that demon with all my might I am sober now and happy at last I dont understand why we cry for joy Yet we laugh until we die I am so happy to be alive Yet there for the grace I walk alone I like to study people and their psyche I am just as deceptive as I am honest I am just as creative as I am destructive I am just as numb as I am feeling I am just as happy as I am sad I am just as light as I am dark I am just as pretty as I am ugly Seems I am a functioning sociopath I have an obsession with eyes It is the most telling trait I know The window to someones soul Deep withing their divinity I contemplate at how Nobody is a pronoun Anonymous can replace a name Indescribable is an adjective Undone is an adverb I hate when people compliment me Not sure how to react to them Seems my answer is usually grim But a work in progress am I They dont know me. They know nothing. They see words I vomit daily But you must know this you see I would die for my family I would die for my friends I am loyal to a fault it seems Tell me your secrets to the grave with me People think they dont hurt me Because I block them out. Not worth my time to pout Tilt my crown and carry on They dont think the whispers hurt Because I pretend I hear nothing. They dont think the rumors sting Because I act like I dont hear them Whenever I get mad, I write letters to people expressing how I feel. I never send them Because I cant bring myself to hurt their feelings. I lie awake at night Wasting time Thinking about how much of our life is wasted Just by wasting time. One of my worst fears is darkness Its one of the only things that keeps me calm Floating in a sea of nothingness Lucid dreaming in a fantasy Music is the sound track to my life The pain the joy the lasting strife Put on my ear buds and float away Drowning in the plight of the day The thing I want most of right now are answers The thing I have most of right now are doubts. My name is Janet, yet I am Anonymous to most I dont know who I am, but apparently you do. Janet M. Martin © 25 June, 2013 Janet Whitley Sylvia Martin. All rights reserved. Portions of this document may not be reproduced through any means, including, but not limited to, scanning, uploading, reproduction, transmission, and distribution via the Internet or any other means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying or recording in any form, without express permission of the author. However, consider this express permission that the piece may be shared via electronic transfer as long as this copyright is attached.
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