Emily Dickinson I'm Nobody Who Are You Novels & Stories

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He stared at her, "How about now? Did I say it well?"

It was echoing everywhere – a familiar yet unfamiliar voice. People push you to your edge. And the feelings are just suffocating that you just want to burn everything. It laughed. "Who are you?!" I shouted – feeling anger rising up my chest. I told you, I'm nobody. But a somebody in your life. A leech sucking out the life you have. I'm someone you speak although unconsciously. My brows furrowed. "What does that mean? I don't know anyone." I felt the air around me slowly build its rage.

A nobody. “I used to think that’s what I was, but there’s a reason you want to kill me so badly, and I’m willing to bet it’s because to you, I’m somebody. Also, I’ll talk to you however the hell I want. You need someone to shrink that annoyingly big head of yours before the weight makes you fall over.”

I never blink an I as a painful memories came across my mind. From the scenario of me crying in a small room while regretting what I have done. From seeing my bestfriend looking at me emotionless... "I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams~"

Get off your high horse. - Oh, don't you dare tell me something I'm already pretty clear about. I don't think I'm nobody, Luna. Lately I'm nobody, I'm nothing. Don't talk about me like I'm a totally empty man. - You are. You try to manage everyone, to tell them what they should feel, when they don't.

"He's not here, my dear." "What do you want from me?" I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "Why won’t you leave me alone? I don’t have anything. I’m nobody." Vane stepped closer, the corner of his lips lifting. "You still don't understand what you are?" he asked softly. "I'm nothing!" I snapped back, trying to pull my chin away from him. "I'm just a girl! Let me go!"

"Why are you being so nice to me when I've been nothing but a bitch to you?" "You're selling yourself short, Miss Havens," Eli replied after a while. "You are so much better than that." "I'm not. I've learned a long time ago that if you're not cool nor pretty nor rich, you're practically a nobody. That's what I am. I'm a nobody. And I like it that way because I don't like the attention. With attention comes expectation. And I'm not sure I can meet anyone's expectation," she kept on. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked, vexed at how she regarded herself so low.

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

I just sat on the ground crying my hearts out. Why??? Why it's has to be me always?? I screamed looking at the dark sky, "Why?? Why?? Why?? But got no answer back. Cars and vehicles were passing by but nobody stopped to help me. Monica was right, I'm just a nobody invisible to the world. But then a hand reached to me, I looked up,

And me being dumb, I am Cyan’s friend, I must be dumb at times, I let out my tongue to mock him when his head turns to leave but I am miserably caught by the mirrorlike refrigerator. “Miss?” He turns to look at the frightened me, he raises his hand and I clench my eyes closely. I start reciting Death, be not proud by John Donne word for word in my head.