Ghost
I can't say how i feel.
Sometimes it's just a numb feeling and something in my throat that stops me from speaking aloud.
But despite those, i can't tell apart myself looking like a ghost.
I tend to sometimes quite literally look to myself as a ghost.
Of course i can't actually see through myself, i'm not dead, afterall.
Or am i?
That's the question that lies within' me.
Because maybe, the reason why people ignore me, is because they can't see or hear me.
Maybe i sound like i've gone crazy, cuz how does my mom hear me? How does my brother see and hear me?
He only ever blabbers about how annoying me and my voice is, and even manages to lay a punch or a hit once or twice, all at once.
Though the thing is, with the fear that lays within' me, aswell as my distrust, i feel like nobody can hear me whenever i try to make things easier.
Nobody can see me.
Whenever i walk around outside and notice my pale hands, i only seem to wander off into my thoughts and just..stare at them, how pale they are.
Surely it also makes sense why i'm so skinny. It's funny only thinking about it.
I've always thought i was a delusion to everyone, to my friends.
Hah, how silly can a ghost like me be?
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