I am a weird and whimsical person but most of the time, just a nobody
Wondering if fairies only disguises themselves as flowers from human’s view and mermaids do wander in the deepest trenches of the ocean
Hearing mysterious sounds and strange murmurs of different creatures creeping under my bed every single night
Seeing shadowy figures lurking in my bedroom when all the lights are out and the bright full moon is silently watching in the sky
Wanting to break free from the chains of insecurities and confusion that I myself wrapped around my body
I am a weird and whimsical person but most of the time, just a nobody


Pretending to be rescued by someone and be far from this dark and secluded chamber
Feeling nothing but the soft and amenable beating of my fragile heart already overflowing with locked emotions
Touching everyone’s heart and soul in any way I can with my cold bare hands
Worrying that I might not be able to hold on any longer because I am now beginning to gasp for air
Crying myself to sleep every time the thought of being in solitude here in my cell comes into my mind
I am a weird and whimsical person but most of the time, just a nobody


Understanding the unbearable feeling of being alone and worthless for such a long time
Saying I will never let go no matter what happens, even if I already know that it’s a losing battle
Dreaming of being able to find the courage to fix myself up and deal with the problem within me
Trying to believe in myself because I don’t feel like giving up just yet
Hoping that someday everything will turn out just the way I always dreamed it would be 
I am a weird and whimsical person but most of the time, just a nobody