The greats

I see them at school. At home. A couple of times on the t.v. or radio. I read them like they're nothing. In the end they're simple words. Little droplets of ink stamped on a piece of paper. Nothing else. I want to be like them, I say. 

The other me laughs.

The dream...to be forgotten, misunderstood and hated. No. No one can take that away from us.