Blind

(By Emma)

(This poem type is called an Etheree, which consist of 10 lines, each line adding one more syllable on.)

Breath,
And out.
I can't live,
But neither die.
Anonymous me,
Lying in my shadow.
With my decorated mask,
And a need for love, so intense.
I've been left behind, too many times,
But if they look for me, they'll be too blind.