Distance
Standing there, tall and timid,
She sits and brushes her hair aside.
Alas, a smile, a giggle, a laugh.
Gleaming through the darkened room.
Slowly it fades.
Surrounded by many,
She sits alone.
Unsure of herself.
Not knowing who she is, truly.
Tags: Cheese Sticks, Distance, Personal Identity Crisis, Personal Identity Disorder, PIC, PID
