Dear Nobody,
I want to say I'm sorry,
for the things I do.
I don't plan them,
I don't like them,
I just do them.
You might ask why bother with me
if I'm a no one?
The better question is what if I don't?
That's exactly the point
"what if?"
You take one chance,
"they" will turn on you.
If you speak out loud,
"they" will make you regret it.
If you stare, no even look at "them",
they will snap at you,
breaking more than your pride.
Why still follow "them"?
Why not?
I'd rather follow,
than be a loner.
I'd do what I need to,
just to please "them",
to be a somebody.

Dear Nobody,
I was in your place too.
I had to deal,
had to move forward from the hate,and the awful taunting games,
I was like you, maybe I am still like you,
since they barely know my name.
They make me do their biding,
and use me,
then throw me away.
I'm a nobody too.