I am just somebody 

With a body

his story ordinary 

fighting battles no one knows about

not giving way to doubt.

I am just somebody 

with two parents a sister and a brother 

why bother?

with me 

my individuality 

In complete 

with no clarity 

and a brain with dysfunctional disparity 

I am too angry to be functional

too mad to be alive 

and yet I fight 

and strive.

I am just a body with a soul

and a smile 

all the while 

you never look at me

If I had a book cover

you wouldn’t want to read me like a lover

of books 

I can’t cook fancy meals 

I don’t clothe myself with the latest fashion 

I don’t drink I haven’t fallen off the wagon 

and yet I am stuck 

on this roundabout of life 

not knowing which exit to take 

which is a bit of piss take cause I don’t drive

I strive 

to make my dreams real 

but did i steal 

them from everyone else?

Where is all my wealth of friends 

coupled without the time to see me

they wouldn’t want to be me 

but I stay on course to be prodigal flop 

not son 

when all is said and done 

At least I can share my disaster 

and views 

I maybe old news but I am 

I am I am!