No Face in the Crowd

NO FACE IN THE CROWD

Anonymity plagues me
To be merely a shape
A creature ordinary
In a crowd of pretty
A mob of fabulous
A herd of superiority
With all the trappings of success

Insecurity hounds me
To be merely a shadow
Of somebody once pretty
Fabulous, superior,
Trapped in narrow ideas of success
And illusions of becoming
Bigger, better than I could ever be
A face in the crowd
Lost
Invisible
Anonymous

A poem prompted by this blog: Every Photo Tells a Story
inspired by her art: Erin McGuire