I Am The Unknown

Writer's Cramp: begin with "Nobody even knew my name..."

Nobody even knew my name...

I walked away knowing it wouldn’t matter
Sometimes you just have to do what needs to be done
Not worry about any form of recognition
But it can be hard for the ego, or at least for others
This is common for me, being the unknown

There was only slight hesitation, in the very beginning
Part of me wanting to just walk away
No desire to take a risk or put myself in danger
Yet I couldn’t just leave, my conscience wouldn’t let me
When choosing between right and wrong, the gray area always catches hold

The tasks now finished, everyone goes their own way
Not caring for the person that helped
I am just a phantasy, an imaginary creature in their minds
To them it was a miracle; an act of an omnipotent being
Thus I walk on my own in the shadows forever

Nobody will ever know my name