Everyone is fussing about World Cup and here I am trapped in my own bedroom. Sadly, i am not everyone's favourite - i do not watch football, i hate gigantic burgers and i find skateboards pretty annoying. Well well, if every girl watches football then the world will be upside down. Guys always promote their thoughts and ideas of what girls they would like to date and I think it is unnecessary.  We all know thay nothing is ever close to the word perfect right but you can find that one in a million within years of search without having to check your checklist. If someone makes you happy, then why not?

STOP:
As you sit here beatin the back of my chair.
Screaming that you have no control,
Screaming about the monsters that you fight.
Day in and day out.
How nobody understands,
Because you’re unique.

Do you really think that?
Can you really believe that?

you say I don’t understand!
You act as if I’ve never felt that way
When you don’t know my story.
You discount my advice for the advice
that you want to hear.

“Just sleep, play games, it will help you be calm”

They never tell you the effect
They never tell you what to do after that
then you get stuck in a cycle.
A cycle of stress, then you sit there,
unproductive
which leads to stress again.

I say you have control
but you refuse to accept it,
because if you did,
If you accepted that you have control
You would have to work.

You would have to try!
make an effort
Do the the things to win!

If you accepted responsibility
You would have to face the consequences.
accept the fact that you were wrong.
admit to what you’ve done

But that,
That dear friend
would be to much to handle

Much, Much too stressful
for your little brain.

The monster inside of you:
The one you claim controls you.
The one you let control you!

Let it go.
Grow up!
Grow up and take control

Force it out,
and don’t let it come back.

You say you have no choice
But gun to your head,
You make the decision

Thats why we have martyrs
They didn’t give up their
trust in God.
Or their trust in whatever higher power or
Cause that they stood for!

YOU make the rules in your life!
YOU Control you and if you pawn it off on somebody else
You lose it!
You lose it and you lose me!

As you sit there beating on the back of my chair
I think these thoughts

Those people that say they want to get better
and do none of the work
They claim to be sorry
but make no change

They claim to love but
do no good
They claim to feel
but shed no tears

They promise
but take no action

As you sit here screaming at me,
Telling me that I’m wrong
Because I don’t know your battle
Because I don’t know your story

Because in reality;
You don’t care,
and as long as you take no action
you never will.

Gun to your head,
you make the choice.
You know your actions
blaming them on a disease
or diagnosis!

You,
You poor unfortunate child!
Yes, you are a child
You are meant to grow up
yet you stay a kid

You don’t know how to respond
HOw to take it!

As you sit here screaming obscenities at my back,
beating my chair
I think these thoughts.

I must ignore,
I cannot win.
He is on his own now.
I guess I’m done
now, you can stop

I walked into a room where you were
And my pride kept me from hightailing
It out of the room and running until
My legs burned with lactic acid.
You spoke to me but the words fell on dull ears.
You looked at me but I kept my walls up
Such that in my head I was invisible.
I had done so well protecting myself,
Staying away from the places you frequented,
Not spending time with the people you call friends
Even though they were my friends first.
And then today all my efforts became
Void, vain, utterly useless,
For there I was inwardly crumbling
The broken-then-stitched-back-together
Fragments of my heart
Between proverbial coldhearted fingers.
My jaw is as set as my will: like flintstone,
Cold, hard, and steeled.
You may once have had a hold on me,
Affected me, impacted me,
But today, you are nobody.

She said nobody
Touch this, and so I did for
I am nobody

A nobody is
a person
of no importance.
But you, my dear
are important to me
as you always shall be.

So if you're anything
you're not a nobody.

But if you insist
on being
a nobody,
well then
I'll humour you.

And say
you're a nobody.

But allow me
to elaborate.

You are a nobody
bent on being
a somebody.
And the only thing
stopping you
from being
Somebody,
is nobody.

And hence,
we deduce,
that you
are a nobody
that is a
somebody.

Beautiful albeit damaged
by life.
Strong albeit afraid
of yourself.
Strange albeit familiar
to me.
And very
Extraordinary.

Yes, you're a nobody.

~Moniba.

you never believed in the concept of Nobody
until all you saw were dual suns rising and setting
East and West
only the cacti begging your pardon, please
and worms, called away by the birds
left with nothing but the last remark that remained
with a wave of your breath
your eyelids flecked with grey
keen eyes polluted by dust molecules
despite the quiet
you were far from comfortable, far from comfort
drink, fire, chance, and sandstorms
the weather seemed to be pleasant enough
you may think
this place
where only stranger travellers dared to venture
to your alarm, a barren wasteland at best
an imitation of your pleas for solitude
pairing magically with your astonishing disappearance
you'd think, a harmless enough tale this is
carried by the winds to the Away Beyond
beyond the people and the places
untouched since long ago
i could teach you a thing or two but
it would be nothing but white noise to the mind
evidently, forgetful of the danger
that crippling sudden fear that enevlops
a terrible, disastrous, lonely place
where you can't stop screaming
Do Something
but Nobody could not be disturbed

Somewhere between the walk home, and stepping through the front door, it happened
It overtook my senses, my body, and my mind
It replaced them all with sadness, and where it put them, i will never find
So now i walk the earth, as a paper thin hologram
A soulless being who who wanders the unknown *land