I'm nameless,
faceless,
and completely emotionless.
In our story I do not narrate
I just fill in the margins.
For I am
nameless,
faceless,
and completely worthless.
Read a book
of our story,
our lives,
and you will forget me.
Another name in the pages,
another face in the papers.
You pass right over me,
I'm not even there.
For all you know
I'm Jack Frost!
I might be had something to say
once upon a time.
I used to have opinions
that might've changed time.
But I fell prey to feeling
some emotions that
weren't mine.
And now I have to pay the fine.
I'm sorry I wasn't good enough.
But our story just wasn't mine.
For I am Nameless,
and Faceless,
Emotionless,
and
Worthless.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.