Dear Ms. Hope,
Thank you for picking me up off the
ground today. I'm glad you saved me. The
voices told me you wouldn't come back this
time. But guess what? you did. They lied to
me. I wonder how often they lie... I believe
them without asking for proof of their nasty
words. I think I will rebel against them.
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*
