A book of poems, songs, and short stories .

A Ghost.

I'm standing right next to you in class. You pick me last.

(Hey anyone, someone?)

I draw, I write, you laugh and you taunt.The words stung as I overheard them.

But I brushed them off. while I felt inside as if I was sleeping deeply.

(Can you hear me?)

I don't mind darkness and solarity.

For they've been my only acquaintances for quite some time.

(Does anyone hear me!?)

Still the thing I long for in life cannot be done alone. All I want is to be heard.

(That's all I ask for please, just this once.)

I make a retort you cannot hear me, you walk away. I try to talk to you, you ignore me,

(Why? Why me? What did I do?!)

Yet I can't help but think that if you had to live through what I had to endure in life.

Would you still not hear me?

(I'm not invisible right?)

Would you still take me to be annoying? Or would you listen.

(Why don't they like me, i've never done anything to them)

Would you turn to me and talk to me? Or would you pity me?

(Wanna hear a story?)

Thoughts that whisper in my head slowly get louder. If you look in my head you'll hear.

( Oh c'mon just one? This ones a true story)

I never hold things back, I never go all in for fear of hurting those close within

(Are you listening yet)

I never turn back, "My past will strike you next"

(this is a story about a little girl who danced in the night to escape the fright)

*Tears begin to form in my eyes yet I continue.*

I'm obnoxious, I know

(Around and around she'd twirl, till all the memories flew away)

I'm crazy, I understand that.

(Silence your footsteps don't wake the beast)

*The tear flow steadily increases *

I'm loud, I know that.

(She's silent as a mouse, her pains can't be heard, for she know the price)

*Hey here's a fun test I say threw tears*

I'm annoying, I'm sorry, ok.

(My footsteps light, for the beast; he isn't nice,)

*Can you guess who the little girl is*

But once you get to know me, I'm not that bad.

(Oh no, He's moving. )

(RUN !?! HIDE!?! )

(Crack. Too late)

*Haha it's "me" surprise*

I know you'll like me, I'm loyal and I'm kind.

(Are you listening yet?)

Wait, are you actually reading this? I wonder if you are,

(Are you really listening)

Can you answer this one question for me? Please, just this one.

(Wait.. Wait.. Come back, don't leave me)

Can you hear me? Or am I a ghost?

(Please...Don't...Listen... Please)

Authors note: this is how I always feel, I feel unnoticed, underestimated, stereotyped, misunderstood and undermined. But really i'm a very nice and loyal person, crazy and loud yes but that's only because I was never allowed to be myself or to be heard. I was shunned and shushed for a majority of my life. If I was to be seen at all I was told "you are to be seen not heard if someone asks you a question you are to answer bluntly." If you are reading this, know that someone is never as they seem; there are multiple sides to every story. All I ask is for you to listen to open not just your ears but your minds and eyes as well. I want you to hear my stories and contribute. That's why I'm loud, that's why I'm obnoxious. Because I was deprived of these things.

P.S. The underlined and parenthesized are my thoughts. And the ones that are underlined but not parenthesized are my present thoughts while recounting the story. And the regular words is the poem.