I wrote a poem about nobody,
never quite mature because she has no body.
You act like your body;
you have no sense of self;
you are a nobody.
You should probably go back
to pretending you are shadowing somebody.
I wish it would stop there;
we both know it won't.
You will do as you usually do:
tear down somebody,
hoping you grow a body
so, you can stop being a nobody.
So, when they ask who I wrote this about,
I will say it's about nobody,
bye nobody.
I hope some day you become somebody.
Although it's too late to grow your childish body,
I hope you grow mentally.
It's sad to say,
but I feel like this will never reach anybody.