Growing up, I had many nicknames.
Yasanator, yasue, yas.
But the one everyone loved the most, was Nobody.
"You're nobody" "you are a nobody"
"Nobody loves you."
I had heard so many Nobody's by the time I was 16 I promised the world I was going to be the best damn nobody it would ever see.
Had so much hate and anger casted my way that it burned my soul and turned my heart to ash.
Ash that mixed sweetly with tears and made clay.
Clay to build a heart.
Clay to form my thoughts.
Clay to mold myself.
Clay created from nothing, in order to create Nobody.
So I will claim the name proudly.
Wait for the guilt and pain to turn to fuel and reason.
I will wear the red letter and deem myself "Nobody" so that someone else will feel like "somebody" .
I will smile in the face of hatred and doubt
Until my cheeks ache and my eyes water.
And when they say "Nobody loves you"
I will be the one that loves you.
When they say "Nobody wants me"
I will be the one that begs you to stay.
When they say "Nobody needs me"
I will be the one that thrives from your existence.
Because I am nobody.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoesíaCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
