What am i?

Am i a ghost?

Or am i the only thing people think about?

Should i act this way, to make you happy. 

NO.

Not anymore.

I am a weirdo. 

I am a socially awkward freak.

That deserves somebody warm touch on my shoulder.

Do you care?

Would you still talk to me, when i walk with my head down. 

I'm full of anger..

I need help.

Your help.

Oh... here we go again..