Mr. Nobody
I am without a voice, in a world of decay,
Because I cannot say why things have turned out this way.
I am without a name, because today,
I am an unknown nobody without a face.
Nobody knows Mr. Nobody,
Because I am still nothing without your empathy.
I am without doubt the last on the list,
Of the kids who made it.
Success? I gave it a miss.
Fade into obscurity to find a place of security.
A voiceless speaker; a muted T.V.
A picture of youth, a forgotten memory;
I never became all I wanted to be so I am still Mr. Nobody.
I have had an out of body experience.
I look down on myself with such contempt.
I wish myself away to a faraway place, so I can forget;
But nothing becomes of the hope’s I cannot hold inside my head.
The knives in my back are holding me back
And slowing me down, by bursting my bubble.
The wishes I had, only ever left me feeling bad,
Because love is too detached from the life that I lead
And it seems to be so unattainable.
Give me your love, so I can compare it to mine.
Your love is a sun beam and still I outshine,
Because I am a sign; the guide says I have a beautiful mind
And I am clearing all the broken heart land mines,
That will all explode given enough time.
Footsteps slip when we fail to kiss
And we are gone to become a nothing, when we should find our bliss.
Mr. Nobody cares, because it seems nobody cares,
About Mr. Nobody and why he stands there with that hopeless stare.
Searching for a real love, waiting on a friend.
Wishing to find a heart that will not deceive, or break; but bend.
A heart of steel to match his heart of stone;
I am a solid, truthful, oath writer,
Who vows to never become a broken bond…
This is why I remain alone.
Words are just lovely when we are feeling bubbly,
But lately I hate me, so the only word I like is misery.
We want to be happy, but only they can be;
We are destined to despair for eternity.
Scared of the world and scared of falling in love.
I will bury myself inside a room full of books.
No-one will come looking, because there is nobody left to care;
But in words I will be comforted by a dream of fresh air.
Stuffed into a book is a spell to free me from this prison,
So I chant the words aloud and I am transported to an island.
A fantasy land; a place to escape from the realism.
A place I can pretend to be visiting, but I will be staying until the end.
No wish to turn back and head towards what I had before;
This land of fiction is my only way out,
So put me back on the shelf, or leave me in a draw.
Let me stay inside this book, so I can hide from you all,
Because you are all so proud and mighty
And Mr. Nobody is so insignificant and his voice is so small.
An unknown voice whispers up from down below.
Hello? Can you hear me? I am without hope,
Down here in the dirt, hiding in these shadows;
But if you just pass me a glance and see the heart that I hold,
Maybe you could see me and take me into your heart.
Maybe you could love me…
Who knows?
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: December 31st, 2016 05:40
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wonderfully written and expressed
Thank you.
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