Mr. Nobody

Diminished and
stupefied
by fleetingly flourished and 
unjustly glorified.
Not sad,
not weak,
not envious,
just angry.
Pure angry.
Angry at unfairness
of cards
of fate.
Angry at efforts
neglected,
nullified.
Angry at world,
inconsiderate,
oblivious and,
blind.
Angry at somebody
I get to see
morning after morning
in a mirror so unkind.
Angry at my belief
of myself.
Angry at this Mr Nobody,
in me,
on me..
a dust-ridden science book
in the down right corner
of that old
wooden shelf.