Anonymity

Anonymity

The pavement hard and cold beneath my shape
Curled in love and sorrow, mirrored on my soul,
The love is all around, growing in this waste
Holding me safe, protected from the night.
Their tears are my tears, their love my blanket,
No questions asked, no demands for reasons,
Accepting all I bring, accepting me.
So little time to heal the wounds,
To make me strong, make me belong.
The night my shroud, hands reach out to touch,
Smiles in the winter chill, tears of love I bleed -
How can they understand, do they really need to?
Need I be torn and scattered this way?
The face that admired me once
Sees not my face this time; doesn't even look.
A curse,a threat - never understand.
I'm me - not her; I'm her - not me,
Inside my contempt boils over,
They see - misunderstand; It's me.