I’m a dancing ghost
I walk through life here, invisible…
I awoke to a glance and she continued to do her nails
We glide around each other without a word
It’s like I don’t exist
I want to say something
It feels like I will explode
Can ghosts explode?
But I’m a ghost that she chooses not to see
After all the fighting
I should not crave her love
But tears run through my ghostly figure
Because I want her to understand me
I’m pale and transparent to everyone
I’m not worth the time.
I’m cold I’m an illusion. I’m a mockery
There is agony in being ignored.
You never get used to it, even as a ghost.
I am a phantom.
I want to walk in a room
And be real.
I want a body and a skin and a soul
Because as fun as gliding is
I don’t want to be a ghost anymore.