Reality | Real People Poetry Collective

The Nature of a Nobody

The wall loomed like a great background

Into which anyone who didn't try to stand out

Would fade away. People walked past,

Trying to speak the loudest,

In their decadent clothes, with their big smiles.

In jeans and a t-shirt, with their huge presence.

In whatever they could reach in the morning, with their

Strange habits and mannerisms and wondered about philosophy.

In black from head to toe, with their dangerous smirks.

They stood out.

The others did not. He did not.

He blended into the wallpaper, which behind him was a swirl

Of strange flowers on dark red.

It drew in all the attention, and anyone on the side

Faded behind it.

Even the wallpaper was more interesting.

They were nothing.

He was nothing.