When I was a child there was an 'us'
in which the 'them' mattered more,
and we all knew it and denied it.
There was a 'we' in the crowd
that I had to follow,
that I had to follow,
that over-ran me
and left me hollow.
and left me hollow.
There was 'I' too, but it was one
that I was never allowed to be,
that I was never allowed to be,
until long after he could be counted.
Like a lot of other people,
I felt alone as I endured those times,
when who I could have been
remained an unknown unknown.
I felt alone as I endured those times,
when who I could have been
remained an unknown unknown.
We are many, and we all anonymous survivors.
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