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Be Not ‘No One’
A Poem
people pass me by all the time, never stopping
to see just what really makes me tick
and I’m left a mystery unto myself
because I don’t see my mirror in others’ eyes.
people think they know me from a phrase
but they’re really just fooling themselves
in thinking they can judge from a few words
the whole continuity of an existence.
people glimpse and gaze and gallivant
all their preconceptions in misdiagnosis,
and it’s really a shame, don’t you think,
that they don’t see the sparks in the dark?
people gossip and gloat and gander
all their petty lies and spare impressions
till they have pictures formed, signatures made,
all born from what they see for themselves.
people make or break the rumor mill,
until “no one” becomes “somebody”
in some facet of the world —
but what if you don’t make the cut?
people see me every day, unremarkable,
but maybe I should be glad to be
a nonentity in the greater universe,
lest I lose what makes me invisible to the eye.
