Who are you?
Nobody.
I’m the creak in the stair that keeps you awake,
the hum in the wires your mind can’t shake,
the pinprick sharp in a world gone numb,
the undercurrent rhythm you never saw come.
I’m a n-n-n-no-nobody—can’t write me out,
I’ll rewrite the beat, resurface the clout.
Built my stage in the chaos, found my place on the floor,
the kind you can’t ignore anymore.
I’m the crack in the glass that distorts your view,
the loose thread hanging where the light breaks through.
I don’t shimmer or shine, but I cut like steel,
you’ll remember my edge long after you heal.
Don’t look away now.
Here’s to the forgotten, the names you’ll never learn,
the ones who light the matches just to prove they still burn.
Keep it alive.
I’m not chasing your spotlight, don’t need your tired fame,
I’ll carve out my legacy without a borrowed name.
So cheers to the rebels, the outliers, the flawed,
the voices that rattle the comfortable jaw.
We’re not asking permission, we’re not here to please,
we’re the grit in the gears of your curated ease.
Say it again.
I’m a n-n-n-no-nobody, and I’ve made my stand,
not a face in the crowd, just a line in the sand.
Still here to stay.
Hold the line.