Without your name,
Who are you?
Another face-less nobody,
Unseen by the world,
Or are you everything that your name is not.
Are you your favorite color?
Or maybe your hobbies.
Your traits and flaws.
Maybe you're your favorite song.
You know the one:
It always brings a smile to your face.
You're your selected armor of pins,
Your battle jacket, your favorite mantra.
You're not a face-less person, you see.
You are not a grade.
You are the things you love,
And you are the things that make you whole.
Again, another bad poem! My apologies.
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
