Romans & histoires I'm Nobody Who Are You Poem

I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay. I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in. I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’ I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way. “Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”

I wasn't trash and I would never be a nobody. The only trash was the fool who gave up his future in the name of love. The only nobody was the barren madwoman with no legacy to her name than murderer. That would never be me.

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The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.

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,

Where am I? 'I?...' Who am I? I frown in concentration as I think hard, and search deep within me for an answer... 'Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?' But nothing. Nothing comes to mind. Just the darkness, silence, and emptiness that is within and around me. I manage to raise my hand as high as my weak body would allow it, from where it's resting beside me to my right hip. From there, I slowly move it up to my belly. Then slowly it creeps till it stops at my...

And I had the lives that needed me to save them. That was enough. The evening sun streamed through the clinic windows and fell across me, bathing me in warm golden light. My gaze was steady and bright as I walked step by step toward my own future. Wolfsbane could poison the body, but it could never poison a determined heart. My new life was just beginning. And those who'd looked down on me, who'd hurt me, would be left far behind. All they could do was look up at my light.

I felt my body freeze and my legs refusing to move. Someone shouted again, but their voice was distant now. My heart pounded once, twice— So this is how it ends? The sound of the crash swallowed everything...

Don’t let go. I try. I swear I try so hard. But it’s slipping. Everything’s slipping through my fingers like water. I can’t hold on... Yes you can! I’m not strong enough! You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. I’m nothing. The words tear out of me, ugly and true. I’m nobody. Just some random human girl who never belonged anywhere. I’m not a goddess. I’m not powerful. I’m just… me. And that’s never been enough...

"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!"