I Am Nobody

I Am Nobody. I am nobody but I want to tell you a story, A story of someone who called me dung In his chat messages, he never utters a sorry For I am just a speck of this world, I've never flung Out of furious fury burning afire within me. Settling with a period, I asked for divine intervention To help me brave the fire and accept his opinion. Yes, he called me dung again and again. Making believe that I don't get his point, I live in pain. Until I realize it's time to scribble lines in here. Now, I opt not to chat him once more For fear that he would just call me dung I do not adore. He used to be somebody in the years that passed But life is like a weather; it changes fast. The last time I heard of him he's gone broke. I earned my M.A. and now I'm taking up my Ph. D. In a prestigeous university so no one will call me d, A d that put an end to the relation so prestine.  For no one really likes to be d; to be nobody it's fine. For who are we to brag the grandest thing we could ever have. I am nobody. Yes, I am nobody.