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.