Anonymous

Her name is Anonymous
And her life pretty much goes like this
She was molested at the age of nine
It’s every other day she can truly dine
She doesn’t even know when the last time she truly eaten
But it’s fresh in her mind the last time she got beaten
Her parents were never there
The thought of them actually loving her was more than she can bear
She’s been through more than people has experienced in a lifetime
Her precious life is like a dime
Its 10 cents worth a book
Its 10 cents worth a look
Its 10 cents more than what the desperate robber took
Its 10 cents worth someone’s attention
But it really is nothing but a lot of tension

Her life’s significance is more than you can imagine
It’s more complicated than Osama’s has been
She’s been running around trying to be a normal kid
Trying to do everything that her tedious cousin did
You never notice her because she’s not like you
Because she’d never do the things you’d do
Who is she? Anonymous
And her life pretty much goes like this

When I saw the title of htis thread I thought it was going to be an YNAnonymous thread. God knows we need one...but deep down inside I don't want one. So nobody make one.

P.S. It's okay if you don't get what I said. It means you're not addicted.

I'm not a huge poetry buff myself, but I'll comment.

Overall the poem was pretty good. There were some parts where the syllables needed to be reworked. A few lines have too many and break the flow.

Hait, it's great.

JI'd give it about an 8.7

No.