Hidden
Gone with what once was,
quick as the downfall came.
Ashes left to be forgotten
where once there was a flame.
Better to escape it
than be riddled with the shame.
Such a pretty picture,
but it's in a broken frame.
Left without a target-
how does one know where to aim?
And so, left with no identity
no one knows who to blame.
Question what I'm saying
but to me it's all the same.
In any case I'd rather be
the girl without a name.