The whispers
The laughs
The names
The jokes
The speculations and guesses
They talk about you
They are shocked when you speak
They think you are weird
For being quiet, kept to yourself
The lockers talk
Earbuds in
Head down
Nose in a book
Mad face drawn
It works, they stay away
They don’t approach
Ignoring the quiet judgment
You are almost there
To the peaceful relief of the quiet corner in the library
Where nobody goes
The rows of books, other lives you get to live
Because you would rather live in those than your own
People talk
You ignore it
You are used to doing so
You don’t care anymore because
You realized a while ago that
Sometimes it could be a luxury
To be a nobody.

I long to be
Something
To someone
And a nobody
To no-one
But often
The story
Seems to
Cut me
From everyone
And I ache
Alone
Hoping
I will be
Something
To someone

Nobody

No one to share my thoughts with
Feelings
Emotions
Darkness
I think ****** up things
Things I would share with you, but only partially
Closest I ever got to an open book
You only got half the story
Half is left in my head to marinate
The other part too ****** up even im shook
No literal demons
But ones in my head though,
You ever been mid conversation and though about breaking your toes over someone’s head bro?,
I think so,
I think a lot of things
Too bad there’s no one to alleviate all the bad dreams
And thank **** there’s no one to hear all my dark, evil, ****** up sayings

They say everyone is born for a reason
Alot of mouths hungry and ready for treason

Some are hiding in the dark, waiting
Others are busy in shows and debating

We are like birds in the flock
Getting into the flow on the clock

Everyone talks of semantics
Blah,some are bein romantics

You get a cute girl and then get bored
Cuz mind makes you stay, cuteness fold

People die finding about what their life is
No one stops and enjoys no matter what is

One man's trash is another man's pick up
Everyone wants a huge stash in back up

We are struck in fuss and with depression
Committing suicide is our final impression

We forsake our beliefs and find peace with women
The next day we cry of what we did and get hidden

Coldness of heart and flames of sin
Alot of lust along with greed in the bin

I smoke a big blunt and get away from life
There's less in this world, just people with knife

Across the ocean blue
I look out into the horizon.
My back to the world.

No one would recognize me with my head turned.
At least I hope.
And to be honest I wouldn't mind.

A quiet moment all to myself,
with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.

For I am just a Nobody
trying to do some good with the years of my life,
and not loose what's inside in the process.

it was all just a lie
people told me that I'd reach the end
but I don't see anything
My family told me that I was going to reach the heights
but the only place I've reached
is a dull and grey street

I wanted to achieve something magnificent
but I ended up achieving pitter-patter
evocating my pronounced self-loathing
for what is, and what isn't
I wanted to feel pure
reach the tip of the world
and be the 'chosen one'

Yet here I lie
with a stupid self-loathing mind
the only tip being that of the rich man's kind
I wanted to reach my heights
and be the best I could possibly be
make the world proud of me
yet the only words I hear
are that of higher society's -
"What a laughable failure. Never to achieve,
never to reach, simply a wasted opportunity."

My head bobs in a twisted manner
my face full of exuberant despondence
I tried to reach, I tried to be free
unfortunately, the only thing I reach for now
are the alms of a kind man's heart
on this cold and lonely street