Constantly wondering along a darkened corridor or cage
Nobody sees or even bothers to look for the fameless
For the girl who has no face, just nameless
Not a soul can sense her emotions, her deep rage

A nonentity amidst a sea of people and crowds
Tearless, and cold to the touch forever more
Much like a wilted flower, gutless and ugly in all it’s gore
Even if she jumped off a building, or screamed out loud

She doesn’t get sung to or tucked in at night
Never loved or hated, never a desire to kill
Another blade of grass within a blanket of lush valley and hill
A simple stitch weaved into a tapestry or cloth
Unseen

 
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