Unknown.

My name, is not important. But my secrets, are everywhere.
My problems are other people’s problems now.
And my thoughts and opinions don’t matter anymore.
People just stare and I wonder if it will stop.
I feel their eyes stare at the me no matter where I go.
Every day is different, but yet it is the same.
I am not who I am, or who I was. But I am but someone else.
You say that you know me, but I ask, “Do you really…?”
Everything ends, but yet here is a new beginning.
The war has now ended, and now all is said and done.
The new start is here, with a new life and new beginning.
I cannot wait.