Just I
and me
not bad 
better than 
he and
we whatever 
honestly this 
must I
since no
one else 
is fine 
because it’s 
simply mine 
this time 

In this early 
hour from behind 
like a curious 
lover trying to 
peek at what’s 
cooking before ready
the sun bathes
my room in
its quiet bubbles
itty bitty orbs
bounce and dance 
down walls and 
into corners tripping 
like a puppy
whose ears are 
too long for 
its tiny legs 

I don’t mind 
being a nobody 
it’s better than 
being a somebody 
to someone who 
doesn’t really care 
keep me invisible 
and let tears 
be the rain 

An ode
to the 
picked upon
boys the 
heels to 
the toes
of the 
popular ones 
so sad
to be 
tossed aside 
like weeds
from a 
tender bouquet 
to never 
be plucked 
a forget
me not
long forgotten