Dear Nobody.
You're probably somebody, reading this, but if you think about it, no one is someone, so nobody is really somebody. Confusing, right? I'm going to try to write this letter, just about everything in general. A series of letters, I think. About Life. The world. Troubles. Everything. It might be long, it might be short; let's see how long it lasts. It might scare you. This is my mind we're talking about, anyway. Maybe it'll make you cry; if you're hurting too,crying is good. Remember that. Crying makes us stronger, and it shows us our weaknesses.
It helps us cope with the worst.
Why am I writing this? I started reading that book today. The one about the wallflower, and I've been thinking too much lately.I've always wanted to write about the real me. What I really felt. What I really thought, inside my head. Somehow, maybe it'll help me keep going on. Maybe I'll stay here, and enjoy my life. The way I was meant to, you know? Inspire people.
Writing helps me. It helps me a lot.
I'm not going to copy anything; details are what I want to accomplish, I guess. Nobody, this is hard, but I can't tell you everything. If I tell you everything, then you'll be able to break me, won't you?
You'll break me, and I'll crumble.
Instead, I'm going to almost everything, but not all of it. Not my last name; not where I live. I'll tell you about my friends, and why I love them. Why I sometimes despise them. Why even through their stupid flaws, I have flaws that are a million times worse. Maybe I'll let them read their letters when I write them; that's the point, I guess.How could I ever be finished though, describing the memories with my friends? It's stupid; I have so many, but I remember that weirdest details.
I remember how soft Nick's coat felt when I wore it that one night, while he danced to bad romance and made those silly faces.I remember the feeling of Skyler's hands around my waist, then Lauren's around my neck, and Ashley putting her hands over mine, and telling me that I was her twin, only twice as beautiful.
I'm not beautiful, but that was nice to hear.
I remember Maddi and I talking about her dad, and how I sat there and cried with her. Cried about Mikayla. Cried about everything. I remember sitting with Ally and Alexis, and I felt safe. For the first time.I remember loving how Brittany just went with me, during everything, and didn't leave.
Somebody, if you're still listening, still reading, look through the letters, and find your name.
There are probably tons.
Find a name, or a word, maybe a feeling; attach yourself to it. What strikes a chord in your heart? Take it, and read it.
Welcome to my world nobody. Thanks for this talk. It helped me realize everything.
I realized what makes me tick.
Tread carefully,
With Love,
- Lexi, nobody.
YOU ARE READING
letters lament
Poetryfind a name, or a topic, and think about it. think about it really hard. we don't use the word hard in here, we use difficult, challenging. life is challenging.
