am i nothing to you?
the mere shell of a ghost star-kid?
do i just stand still
while you cover me in rich satins?
am i just a ghost to you?
something you could brag with?
am i a gold star or a trophee
of some sort?
so I stand still
while you lock me inside
a glass container, leaving no air to breath?
is that all i am?
the sad main exhibit?
