I stared into the mirror.
My reflection’s glare burns a hole through my forehead. Why does it look so plain?
So. . .
emotionless?

Am I emotionless?
Boring?
Uninteresting?
Useless and unwanted?

Please tell me. I need to know
if once I leave the room,
everybody talks about me.

Do the laugh at me?
Probably.

Do they feel sorry for me?
Or do they hurt me more?
Do they tear me apart?

What do they think of me?

Do they hate me,
am I annoying.

I bet you a million bucks they’re making a restraining order against me right now.
I would if I were them,
too bad I’m not.

Please tell me that I’m not a nobody,
or even worse,
unwanted.

I sure feel like one sometimes.

If there was a book about me it would be called The Sad and Unfortunate Life of a Nobody.

Can you answer these questions I ask.

No, you can’t,
I knew it.

Only I can.