By Myriah Keays ( late entry- unjudged submission)
i creep from my cave
intent on being known for just a moment
immediately i am caught
met with glares, sneers, and provocation
Look who’s finally resurfaced
i am known, but as the recluse
i am known, but as the outcast
i am known, but as the disappointment
i retreat, back to the cave, back to darkness, back to silence
I am not known.