Red Peppers, Chicken Breasts and Diet Coke

If you are what you eat, I'm red peppers, chicken breast and too much diet coke. I'm more tears then water. More hurt then healed. A little bit scared and a long way from giving my forgiveness.

I feel like nobody. The man you don't see riding the bus right next to you. The child on the playground who hides the whole time in the sandbox. The sister who is so quiet she demands no attention. The mother in law who doesn't intrude. The girl with nothing to say and no one to play with. You know her. Everyone has a nobody.

I am yours.

I am your smile when you need to feel noticed. I am your accomplice when you need to be included. I am your conscience when you need to be understood. I am your tears, when you need to inflict pain. I am your punching bag when you need to be heard.

I am your nobody.

Only when your gone and I breath. I breath free.

Red peppers, Chicken breasts and diet coke.

And when you come back, I feel like oil, margarine and butter.