nobodies and somebodies

This week I found myself wishing that I could be a nobody. Wishing that I could go back home after class and not have anything to worry about except school and maybe groceries. It triggered a memory of a short poem I had written back in second year when I did go back home after class and not have anything to worry about except school and groceries.

Enjoy!

Identity


All my life I have wanted to be a somebody,

But by trying to become a somebody, I became a nobody.

As a nobody I learned what it meant to be a somebody,

And I realized being a nobody isn't so bad after all.