Insecure. Unsure.
Of what I am, and what I mean.
A difference in me and them
Frightens me.
And all I see
Are the colors that divide they from we.
I cannot hide that I am Nobody.
The emotionless eyes are too hard to miss
And our cold demeanor is never remiss
And your minds are always perpetually fixed
On the idea: We do not exist.
Insecure. Unsure.
Of how others view me.
What do you see? Is there a sign that defines me a nobody?
I should look like somebody.
For even a Nobody is still somebody. Right?
I feel lacking in confidence
That I am always being scolded
For simply being me. It wasn't my choice
But perhaps Destiny?
But then why can't you accept the beauty in me?
The beauty that I am: I am strong. I believe.
But I'll never achieve
Self assurance, and self respect.
For faith is what I lack.
Insecure. Unsure.
Of what I am, and what I mean.
The difference in how they and me view me
Frightens me.
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This poem relates to the Nobodies, and how they feel about being themselves. It's pretty sad that they don't have self-confidence. :( Poor guys…
The idea from this drabble came from CnC, and she told me while we were eating crunchy grapes, lol :)