is it jealousy?
sigh… confused admiration?
I am nobody
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Author:
Demar Desu (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: April 3rd, 2026 08:08
- Comment from author about the poem: The way people treat me… as if I chose to customized myself the way I am… the dirty looks, the disregard for my being, and the lack of respect for being alive with you. Maybe they hate themselves…
- Category: Haiku
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Demar, yeah…maybe they do. That kind of judgment usually says more about them than it ever does about you. The way you strip this down to “I am nobody”…that lands. Stay rooted in who you are, my friend…that matters more than anything they project. As you can see, I relate to this one a lot. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you brother… I understand we are all going through our own shit but damn the last thing I’ll do is make it harder for someone else to enjoy life…
A disparaging look at oneself but then the author's note may be more true people that hate others often hate things about themselves. Well written Demar
You’re one of my favorite commenters Soren! Thank you for your diligence
You are most welcome Demar keep up the good work
Well Demar, that’s a hard question to answer. I think how we are treated shouldn’t reflect our worth because an opinion is just an opinion. People can be evil these days either ignoring you or treating you with absolutely no kindness. The other day I reached out to one of my old colleagues and they responded to only one of my texts and I never received any more replies. It stung a bit at first but hey I can only control how I feel about it. I assure you that you are somebody, in the real world and on this site. I hope people come to treat you better.
Thank you Allie for your response, I find myself taking things so personal because I’m fed up with the sneaky remarks and the micro aggressions. You’re completely right though, an opinion is only an opinion, I still think to myself though is there any truth? Am I ugly? Maybe LOL but it’s tough when it comes from adults, I expect kids to mean jerks but adults I expect them to know better and understand kindness because of experience but once again I’m letting my expectations inflate real life.
I worry a lot, I would wonder if something happened to your coworker or maybe it’s because they don’t feel I’m worthy to even be acknowledged. I get that latter more so often… these days I write emails and letters to people I thought cared for me and I never get a response… maybe they don’t know how to read?
In the land of idiots! the understanding people are kings and queens… and you Allie for sure are royalty! Thank you as always
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