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This poem is dedicated to all of the people who have been, in any way, wrongfully neglected, rejected, misused and abused mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually throughout their lives. 

I'm Unknown

I got lost in a crowd, but I could still walk proud.
Not once did I ever look back to see if I stepped way off track.
I kept moving right along and kept my head held up high.
Now I just can't reach beyond any endless stars in the sky.
Oh, will I ever know why?

I'm unknown because I've been shattered to the bone.
My real dream can't be found.
It's been crushed into a million pieces and scattered all over the ground.
My heart and soul overflow with pain down to the core.
They'll never be filled up with the joys I've been longing for.

I've been more than dust in what once stood as an extraordinary place.
Blown away in a restless wind and gone without a trace.

How am I supposed to exist?  I never made the top-ten list.
I usually felt fairly good and cared about life in the way that one should.
I've been there for others, as someone to look up to.
Now, I just can't feel and give my best in everything I do.
Destructive actions killed my inner value.

I'm unknown because I've been shattered to the bone.
My real dream can't be found.
It's been crushed into a million pieces and scattered all over the ground.
My heart and soul overflow with pain down to the core.
They'll never be filled up with the joys I've been longing for.

I've been more than dust in what once stood as an extraordinary place.
Blown away in a restless wind and gone without a trace.

Faith only knows...where my true essence flows.
Only if you really knew...

I once had a genuine heart,
beat pure...
and true.
by Jeanbean

 

Have you ever felt annonymous?  The only annonymous that hurts is the kind when you're lost and forgotten.  A more thorough description of annonymous is if you've ever heard of the song "Cellophane," from the musical Chicago, your transparent like a transparency.  People can look and see right through you without even knowing your name.  This is an act of degradation to make a person feel worthless as a human being.

The most powerful mechanism in the world is your thoughts.  You're worth depends on how you control your inner being.  Your thoughts can make you...or break you.  Thoughts can influence and can also intimidate.  It is theses negative barriors and many more that get in the way of the pure truth of having good or bad values that are carried in the heart throughout life.  How we use our thoughts wisely determines our destiny.  When we learn to humble ourselves, we will learn better to understand and respect the less fortunate.