Nobody
I was always told as a child I had a lucky face.
A bone structure that resembled somebody famous.
I was force fed this bullshit
Until enough of it stuck
And the smell of it hung off me
Until well into my middle age.
this twisted belief I was someone else had,
Ironically stopped me from becoming somebody.
And now that the lines are etched a little deeper,
And the waist a little broader,
And the pill a little stronger,
And the reflection in the mirror a little less clearer.
I finally realized with one more bout of depression
That I wasn’t anybody at all.
Not even myself.
I had destroyed the monster that had been created.
No ego.
No pity.
No self- indulgence.
Not even any ashes were left.
I was free.
I was nobody.
Copyright © Wayne Riley | Year Posted 2018
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