• Nobodies.

    Like everyone else.
    Nearly everyone else.
    You fell for it.
    The clever lies,
    cunning deceit,
    conceptual pain.
    Why?
    It was killing you inside;
    you were bound to fall apart,
    because of it eventually.
    You didn't care.
    As tragic as it was,
    it was the only thing,
    keeping you alive.
    Irony was the beauty of it.
    Like everyone else...