No Identity


She sees her own relfection in the mirror -
Eyes cold, expression dead.
She tugs a cold comb through wiry hair,
Glasses cover her eyes, a veil which within to cower

Sle locks the door, carefully places the key
Deep in her pocket, strightens her shoulders
Ans walks gracefully past others,
Smiling transparently.

Another key, another lock to pass.
Her car reverses from the lot.
She races the highway: Swerve, shout -
She has no identity here.

And theres the turn - the slows to make it...
A crunched bumper bar, another hundred dollars.
And this, atop the price of food, the price of petrol...
Stress! She walks - slouches - into work.

The manic driver speeds, again nameless.
Her secirity dropped, her nature exposed.
Hatred, revenge - stress, worry -
Others must pay for their actions!

Locks, keys - deep in her pocket -
So much to do! They must be kept out.
She sleeps alone, cold and separate - frightened...
She races the highway - here she has no identity.