Nothing

By Erin Frank

I am nothing, if not something.

Something to go to when you’re sad.

Something to hate or ridicule,

Or something to love and look up to.

Something that understands even the toughest situations.

Something that gets frustrated and tired.

I am nothing more than something.

Nothing more than a teenager.

Nothing more than a human.

Nothing more than high expectations.

Nothing more than a restless soul in search of a home.

Nothing more than a body filled with pharmaceuticals.

Nothing more than a heart, yearning for a love that is unknown.

If nothing was something,

It’d be Me.