dreaming of ghost day and night- watching me, hurting me, protecting me- scaring me of the words- i don't want to say- pushing me to say the ones that need to be- Then i realize- as i catch myself staring at the nothing again- most of the time i feel like i'm not living a life- I see everybody elses faces and all i can see of mine is the round sides of my nose- does anyone else?- i feel i am the ghost watching people- failing, succeeding, dieing inside and never knowing- until its too late- or is it ever too late?- I see myself in the mirror and i feel alive again- the same feeling creeps up when i am with people that talk to me even when they don't want something- my real friends- how many is that- 10,12,20 even?- comparing the numbers to the people in the world or even the people in my school- not a lot- but its a few less times i am the ghost- i watch the people that call me a friend- but only talk to me when they want something- take from me what i don't have- ignore me till then- I'll be watching- i'm the ghost- when i was little- i did dream i was the ghost that i am now- but i could see me living- a wonderful life with laughter and smiles- it was a dream- it hurts my face to smile- why do i need to i am the ghost- now i am dead- a ghost in my odd dreams- only being able to see my rounded nose- and watching the people live- Because i don't complain- and i have learned that gossiping hurts- i am not alive i am the ghost- Because i don't dramatize everything- i am not alive i am the ghost- and because i just deal with it when i can't change it- i am not alive i am the ghost- now as i sit by the library at lunch- only the rare friends- are wandering what i'm writing- when i am with them i can see me laughing, smiling- and it doesn't hurt- i'm able to see more to me then a rounded nose- with them i am alive- they make me alive-
Reason for writing:
the people who don't give the time in less its to their own benifit
Birth sign: Scorpio
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