Some say I'm not really here
Some say my reflection is clear
Just a part of someones mind
A figure of imagination of some kind
They call me a ghost
Roaming the world alone
Trying to find a home
Can't I see
There is no home for me
For they say I'm just a ghost
If I'm not real
How come I still feel?
Can I be human ever?
Or am I stuck this way until forever?
Stuck as a ghost
Oh set me free
This terrible thing I have come to be
I hope and I pray
As night turns to day
But I will always be just the ghost of me
How long have I been this way?
And for me to not know up until this day
Leave me be
I can never be set free
For I am a ghost
Walking right on through
I always knew
My whole life was make believe
A life, one thing I would never recieve
I am a ghost
That ghost is me
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Wow crappy poem because I was just trying to make this rhyme the whole time.. erg I dont do rhyming!!
