I am a nobody
Close to being a somebody
But not quite close enough
My life is a resounding anthem of almosts
Almost making it
Almost doing it
Almost getting it
Almost, but never quite actually there
I am the face in the back of your class
And across from you on the bus
And next to you in the grocery store
I am the face that you probably dont remember
I have a fears
And hopes
And dreams
I have a name
But you probably dont remember that either
You know me as the nobody
Close to being a somebody
But no matter how close I am,
It's never quite close enough
YOU ARE READING
Words of the Damaged
PoesíaWords. This book is simply just words. And words are simply just letters and whether you chose to read said letters or not is entirely up to you.
