Dear Mr. Nobody,
Hello there. I see you know who I am. But I
know not of whom you are. So if you could be
so kind, please let me know.
Ms. Melancholy has visited. She told me fables
about Mrs. Independent and Mr. Depression,
how they would rendezvous on long, dreary
nights to pass time. That is how Mr. Suicide was
created. He did not last long, as his name
confirms.
Why does Mr. Lonely always knock at my door
at five till midnight? He longs for my company:
isn't that ironic?
Until you come again,
X. Me
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mr. Nobody
PoetryMr. Nobody is the feeling when you don't know what you're feeling; that sense of being outside of yourself. These are random letters to it and other Feelings. *MAY BE TRIGGERING*
