I Am Nobody
I Am Nobody.
I am nobody but I want to tell you a story,
A story of someone who called me dung
In his chat messages, he never utters a sorry
For I am just a speck of this world, I've never flung
Out of furious fury burning afire within me.
Settling with a period, I asked for divine intervention
To help me brave the fire and accept his opinion.
Yes, he called me dung again and again.
Making believe that I don't get his point, I live in pain.
Until I realize it's time to scribble lines in here.
Now, I opt not to chat him once more
For fear that he would just call me dung I do not adore.
He used to be somebody in the years that passed
But life is like a weather; it changes fast.
The last time I heard of him he's gone broke.
I earned my M.A. and now I'm taking up my Ph. D.
In a prestigeous university so no one will call me d,
A d that put an end to the relation so prestine.
For no one really likes to be d; to be nobody it's fine.
For who are we to brag the grandest thing we could ever have.
I am nobody.
Yes, I am nobody.
Copyright © Ronelo Collamar | Year Posted 2018
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