Romans & histoires I'm Nobody Who Are You Poem

I always felt like I was born in the wrong era , and maybe this is the reason as to why I feel this way. He found the girl of his dreams , he married her and he got three kids from her – who am I to him? I am a nobody… So in the end , I think I got my answer to all my questions. Why would he think of me when he has the woman of his dreams , the love of his life , next to him at night? Exactly…He wouldn’t

If you can only remember everything your family said to me, that was nothing. But after years of focusing on the things that made me sane in this insane world, I'm still not good enough for you. Well, I will never be enough and deserve you. You are Elroy Santos. You ought to do great things, while I am just a nobody writer with her imagination as her weapon.

She said, turning her back against me and I felt empty and void. Her words rang continuously in my head till my soul absorbed it all. My heart clenched in pain and my hand scratched for revenge. “But I wished to but I can’t.” Hot Tears trickled down my cheek, “Who am I to stand against an influential son?….I’m just a nobody.” More tears profusely ran down my cheeks. My heart felt warmed when I heard her footstep walking closer to me. “You aren’t a nobody, You’re Gigi and that’s who you are.” She patted my back.

She stopped in front of me. Who are you?“ “Nobody.“ I told her. She looked at me closely, as if she were a doctor trying to figure out what was wrong with me. “Well, what's nobody doing here?“ Clever. “Admiring the flowers?“ It came out as a question, and she shook her head. She scoffed. “Who are you?“ She asked again. Didn't her mother teach her not to talk to strangers? I sighed. “Will you leave me alone if I tell you?“

Every single passing second is echoing with dread and worry about what all this is about. I am a nobody. No one has ever asked about me since I dropped out of college and was thrown into this dungeon. All my friends blocked me from social media or something. They don't care to look for me, and I don't. I see no one on my wall. My social media accounts have nothing on my friends list, and my walls are filled with only my own paintings. The world has been mute, unaware, and unbothered about my existence. Why would anyone rekindle my existence just now? For what godforsaken purpose?

“Just a few more days my love and you’ll be free from this.” “Free? Free from this…I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this. I was fine, I was happy…the moment you’ve entered my life everything has turned to shit. Why didn’t you just leave me alone.” “Because you are mine and I won’t have you ruin yourself.” “I am nobodies, I belong to nobody.”

think I want to eat this poison of yours, I have no other option so don't feel proud. I'm doing you a favor afterall I'm carrying your babies and if I don't eat you should know by now the consequences. Where is mine by the way?" "Did I just hear someone's voice or I'm just imagining things. If I really heard someone's voice then the food is in the kitchen incase you're hungry you can go and dish yours afterall you can't force someone to eat and not eat." He said and continued eating his meal. "Really, is this how is going to be now. Okay that's fine, you can't even serve your own wife yet he'll be taking the praise when they compliment me. Let me eat first because i need strength to continu

I don't want you to know about me. I don't want you to know about me. I'm nobody. That is what I am. My life has been a series of one mistake after another, and now this...this is the final straw in my already very weak and broken camel's back. I can no longer stand on it. My legs have buckled under me. My face is pale from fear. It’s too much...too hard…and I can’t take it anymore. This has gone on for far too long. I don’t know if there is an “after this” for me anymore.

Since I first heard that song, my soul screamed to dance it with the one person who made me feel like this. —When you're so in love (oh, when you're so in love) And your souls touch (oh!) But it's still not enough Where does it go? (Whoa, hey) Where does it go? Nobody knows (hey, nobody) Where the love goes —And that was Nobody Knows. So why not end with a kiss? After all, not everything can be perfect, not everything can have a happy ending. And that's exactly what the damn, stupid phone wanted to interrupt, making us pull apart.

Run before they tell everuone about you. That was all. I looked up. "What the hell does this mean?" Nobody answered. "What am I?" I looked at Sasha, who looked as blank and confused as I felt. Then I looked at Rowan. "Is this a joke? Some kind of threat? Who are these people and what do they think they know about me?" My voice was climbing and I didn't particularly want to stop it. "Rowan. What do they mean, what I am? I am a person. I am Larry Harding. I am nobody special. What could they possibly—"