Nobody Knows Me

I'm finally in the place I've longed to be

I drink my wine occasionally and have my smokes. I'm finally happy. I'm finally free! Of all my guilt and shame. Nobody knows me. I confessed my sins and had my communion. I feel satisfaction with what I wrote. I challenge myself to the fullest. I could be brutal with myself. I take better care of me. Nobody knows me. I don't wish I have had any fame. I'm not impressed by celebrities. Or their games.

Now people are famous with no talent.

Well they can have it. It don't mean a thing to me. Nobody knows me. I could write a sonnet under the tree. I can sing a song when the birds are chirping. I can take a vacation and no will stop me. Nobody knows me. I can walk to the park and drink my soda or my chocolate milk. I can walk on street. Nobody knows me. In a way....... I do feel bad for them- they no anonymity. They can barely live a life. How can that be. But they do have their riches to comfort them. And fame and riches mean nothing to me. Nobody knows me. That life must be hard and difficult. I'm not too well equipped to handle it. I prefer Nobody knows me! That's alright with me. I just am glad that Nobody knows me. I couldn't handle the critique and criticism. And people everywhere I went. They build you and break you and turn their back on you.

They feed you and clothe you all on loan.

You have to pay them back with your soul.

I'm not a hater of the performing arts.

They have enlightened me from the very start. But I prefer- Nobody Knows Me!