I wave hello
but no one sees,
I say goodbye
but no one waves.
I hear my name
floating down the street,
I hear them whisper
awful things
I try to make friends but
they stare right through me,
I try to hug my mother
but she walks away.
My father has a dazed look
on his face,
my brother sobs
in his bed.
Teachers sigh
for school is canceled,
for news crews
flood the place.
My best friend has moved
to a new place,
And old Mrs. Hubbard
has passed.
I have missed
quite a bit,
but why
I have no clue.
Sunday morn
I follow the town,
right behind my mother
in her black gown.
I know there is a funeral
but for who I don't know,
I sit next to my father
but I'm swallowed by the crowd.
"Fiona Ross" says the preacher
and my father starts to cry,
I try to comfort him
but he still cries.
They open the casket
there I lay,
I wasn't ignored at all
I was just a ghost
Realization hits me with
a bang,
and I look at my stone white face
then I faint.
