All people are anonymous.
Shape, Name, Color,
It's all arbitrary.

But then again
There are those of us who speak out
Those of us who are tired of gray areas

The unknown factor of their being
Becomes their worst nightmares
Let them be the color, shape, and name
Of their choosing.

But don't let their vibrancy
Their superiority in knowing their value
Upset your anonymity.

Be the unknown, quiet, person you are
Don't get mixed with the crowd
Don't let them coerce you into thinking

Find your own anonymous corner
And sit there

Watch the colors, shapes, and names dance.
Watch them form patterns,
Creations,
Legends.

Just sit there
Anonymous.
Unwilling to enjoy the wonders brought before you.