VHope Fluffshots

Nobody (Somebody)

There you stood

In a black shirt and flower-printed pajama pants,

No makeup on your face,

Blonde mullet not even styled like normal.

You didn't look like your normal, arrogant self then.

Your ethereal beauty wasn't enhanced by the mask

You constantly wear over your beautiful, bare face.

Today, you looked so much more beautiful

Than you ever looked before.

You were talking with your friends in the hallway like usual,

But while they were loud and obnoxious,

You were silent.

All you did was stand there and grin briefly at whatever they were saying,

Eyes glancing around the halls.

Until they landed on me.

Me.

Mr Nobody.

A poor boy from a poor family

With a passion for street dance

And a Converse collection

In the back of my closet.

A boy with no friends;

Who hides his struggles behind a sunny, positive mask.

A boy who is dying on the inside,

But will never admit it out loud.

A boy with his eye

On you.

The moment our eyes met,

I looked down at my

Dirty, worn red Converse Highs;

Hands gripping tightly

At the straps of my faded orange bookbag.

I still felt your eyes on me

As I walked past you,

Head still ducked down in shame.

Shame in being me.

Because you deserve the world

And I can't give that to you.

You deserve nothing less than the best,

Which is something I could never ever give you.

You deserve happiness,

Which you will never receive if you get close to me.

Because you are you

And I am me

And we will

Never

Work.

"Look at that loser,"

One of your friends says as I walk down the hall.