The Nobody

Rambling thoughts forming a poem. I hope you enjoy

I am nobody
dreaming of being a somebody
but that sobriety comes at a price
that nobody is willing to pay
just putting holes in your happiness
and tasting the dirt
kicked in my face
while I am down
but don't ever count me out
I've been there too many times before

I am nobody
dreaming of being a somebody
There's just something cold and empty
behind their liar's smiles
passing judgments
hold knives ready for the final
kill
I am nobody
thinking of being a somebody
you are
from a perfect world
a world that cast me away
my heart left bleeding
like a tear stained photograph

I am numb
to my life
to all your cries
I am just
begging to be somebody else
walking in a crowd of dead faced
hypocrites
feeling dirty
oh how
I want to be pretty
just for a moment or two
but there's nothing in this world
that can save us from ourselves

I am somebody
dreaming of being nobody else
but me

Author's Note

Rambling thoughts forming a poem. I hope you enjoy

Reviews

[Gary H]

Great work. The strange thing is how we as individuals can ever become anything other than nobodies dreaming of becoming somebodies. I think we can only do this with love in our lives. This gives a totally new dimension to existence, a reason to live. But I'm missing the point here. What I'm meaning to say is self belief can make you into the final stanza you suggest - just my thoughts are that self belief needs help sometimes from others. I seem to be rambling more than you say you do in your thoughts forming the poem - if that makes sense?
There's so much here that I have thought of myself at times. I can really relate to this.

[Christel Grady]

I love the repetition of this piece! And I enjoyed the way you turned the tables around at the end. Let us all just be ourselves, and stop hiding behind the masks we create. Thank you again for a lovely piece of work. Oh, and congrats on the Vent Radio co-host!!! : )

[Norma J. Jessee]

Robert as always you have stirred my emotions and touched my soul. I feel the pain and longing in this piece to belong. Some people have a way of making others feel they don't belong with just a glance. But when you get right down to it it is because our own ego's have been bruised to the point of rawness and we ourselves have such low self esteem that they are able to make us feel as if we're nobody.

Your rambling as you call it isn't rambling at all. It's beautiful and touching and it stir's emotions we have all felf at one time or another.

[Nicholas Hallows]

This is good. I like the repetition at the beginning of the stanzas which is effective in conveying the poignancy of the piece. I can imagine this being spoken. NH

[Adam Greenfield]

Fantastic. You put a very common and natural feeling in a very distinct and striking way. Great piece of writing, Robert, as always.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

The poem could be me .. or so many others.
You turn it around though and as we all should feel, but not all do ..'I am somebody dreaming of being nobody else but me'... as it should be. I love it, Robert, and the picture too..

Chloe
xoxo

[Floating on the feather..]

Havoc...It would create a havoc.
A havoc in our minds, we all want to be somebody but not ourselves...the day we start believing and in ourselves and strive to become own-self with a determination of a body of no-body else...we would be victorious in this race of life.

Great writing. The way you have woven the words with such great poignancy and most eloquent emotions....It has stand out to be a masterpiece.

[Hold Fast Hope]

I like this one a lot. I can relate to this too which made this an easy read. well done.

[PoemRodent]

Your imagery and words connected so very well. A relational tenderment in writing. You did very well here Robert.

Love and Thoughts,

Dostani

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Robert, I must say, you are quite an inspiration in the world of art. Its hard for me to even give a review to this that do it justice, it's amazing! Nicely done.


Great Write.
Rayne

[Amanda Crandall]

I really liked the last three lines, something about the poem felt a little tentative. Maybe its 3 am and I've finally lost my mind, hm? Well downe as always, Robert your flow is easily recognized and cemented by the second stanzas. My favorite line was the one about the tear-stained photograph.