Somebody

by ashmaderr

January 8, 2015

I'm not a somebody

I don't go out all the time

I stay home and dance alone

No matter how stupid I look

I sing to every song on the radio

Even if I don't know the words

I read books within hours

Then sit there to absorb the heartbreak given

Between the pages of a paperback

I draw, scribble, paint, and doodle

No matter how terrible the end result is

I'm not a somebody

I don't even know how to party

I watch the same sappy love movies

And cry every time

I paint my nails a different color each week

Based on my mood that morning

I each junk food all day

Then convince myself a single apple will balance it out

I'll wear makeup when I want to feel pretty

With sweatpants because deep down

I just don't care

I'm not a somebody

I don't have fame on or offline

I sit in coffee shops in hopes someone will come in

With a book I haven't yet read

I make new friends and try really hard

To remember the little details that make them unique

I'm passionate about my opinions and fight

Even when the world says no

And my conscious is the only one saying yes

I cannot begin my day if my bed isn't made

I'm not a somebody

I don't have a million followers

I dig through my drawers to unveil

Old and precious treasures

I love the sound of rain drops hitting my window at night

I don't understand the latest trends

Or styles girls my age follow

I own multiple planners and notebooks

Yet still forget to buy milk on the way home

I'm not a somebody

I'm not an anybody, really

I guess

I'm just

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