Most of the time I feel like a ghost
A wandering soul
Strange, silent, a fool
Just completely lost
But ghosts have feelings too
Maybe not a voice
So I have to suffer through
In silence I don't have the choice
Ghosts are scary
Maybe I'm scared of myself
What I can do to my body
I'm abandonned, put on a shelf
On display for everyone to see
What happens when you're nobody
-Emilie
