"NOBODY"

A little something I wrote, again last year, for anyone who's feeling down.

"Nobody", one day, befriend me
And asked of what it was I ailed.

For I sat alone beneath a tree
And every second, my outlook paled.

I laid bare all my concerns.
I sewed my heart upon my sleeve.

"Nobody" judged methodically,
With neither haste, nor a reprieve.

"Nobody", then, pulled out a book,
A heavy, many-layered tome.

Each page was filled with my good traits.
Each minute, I felt more at home.

"Nobody" stopped with a smile and a laugh
And I joined with him for awhile.

Then I gazed at the text.
That glorious book, that blest codex.

"Nobody" and I talked for a time
Until it came to say good-bye.

Yet when he left, I wasn't sad.
He'd taken with him my need to cry.

"Nobody" became my greatest friend.
"Nobody's" perfect as can be.
I know our friendship will never end.
For nobody is just like me.