"Somebody as Nobody"

Seclusion is my life;Difference is me.

Why am I like this? Questions exceed.


I used to want admirers.

Something changed.

Always stuck to my own.

Didn’t want it that way.


Surrounded by others, but not ever there.

Maybe I’m special, and they are what’s wrong.


Baking and gardening,

Piano and song,

Reading and writing,

Taking long walks.


No idea; truth was hidden.

Only wrote it out; left it behind.


Now I know what’s true.

Being different is better.

People hide who they are,

When they are “somebody”.



  • yellowrose

    i like this :-) its good to feel different and unique but nobody should ever feel alone or on the outside

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