people don’t pay me any more notice than a speck of dust floating past their face
i’m just a fly, that they swat away
just another dog in the street
a cat rummaging through their garbage
another face in the crowd
a face with no name
anonymous
the invisible man:
visible, in fact, but unworthy of notice
people be on the internet all day- facebook, email, chat- but not for me
they busy wit’ somebody
but that somebody ain’t me
guess i’m nobody
no, i am somebody
just somebody
never anybody
thank you for saying that
really, i ‘preciate it
it’s nice of you
but we all know it ain’t true
oh, do they?
who? ain’t nobody called my phone
i’m sure they re-charge their pre-paid or pay a monthly bill, so that means they call somebody
so you’re tellin’ me people don’t call people they love?
who do they call, then? niggas they don’t care about?
wow
when’d that start?
or is it only just for me?
guess I am special
yeah, well, i guess that’s true
but this isn’t about what i’ve done
it’s about who i am
i’m not depressed; i’m real
you should be, too
don’t send an email back
don’t call or text me now
really, it would only make it more true
just… be you, who you are right now
keep doin’ what you’re doin’
you’re obviously better off without me
and i don’t mind
i’m fine
i’m honest; it’s good to be
i’m not suicidal
don’t be dramatic
this isn’t TV
i love life, and my little family’s learning to love it alone
you know, i used to wanna be famous
but not now
i’m gonna do my best to not get famous, just to make sure niggas don’t start contactin’ me
it wouldn’t mean anything then if it wasn’t happening now
and it isn’t
no, don’t worry about me
i ain’t bitter or mad
it’s all good
i’m gonna go now
to sit in my room
on the hard floor with the lights off
cold & alone