I feel like some kind of ghost
One who does nothing day by day
One who is invisible to most
One who is constant searching
Limited by four walls that enclose me
Unheard by oblivious people around me
My screams are silent
My tears evaporate
A straight face is was haunts me
Seeing happy people makes me remember a time I was myself
Then fades with the rest of me
I can't passover yet
There is something I must do first
I wonder what it is...
