My name is anonymous, I hide in the night. Pleading to be noticed, hungry for light. My life is a secret, wearing its disguise. No one meets my sadness, no one heard my cries. I feel like the forsaken one, living all alone crawling to desolate corners, fearing the unknown. There must be others like me. Afraid to show themselves. Hiding their true feelings, stashing them away in shelves. We are the chosen ones, running in life's race. Wanting to be the winners but settling for second or third place. Trying to speak up, give us courage, we pray our chance comes and goes. Well, perhaps another day it will show. I'll continue this fight among my flight of life!
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