Ghost

Am I a ghost who floats around?

Am I a ghost that just treads the ground?

Am I a person who can be ignored?

Are the people around me just bored?

I’m an invisible figure, a myth, a lie.

My insanity makes me want to die.

How could I not be noticed when I scream and shout?

How can I escape my doubt?

People walk by me, day after day.

They don’t even notice when they get in my way.

I try to talk, I try to speak.

But I can’t even manage to let out a squeak.

My demons, oh demons - they notice me.

They make me want to hang from a tree.

I need to grasp a hand to hold,

But till then…my body grows cold.