my poems

Unseen

Silent child with Figure slight,

everything about him was white, 

so pale he could fade out of sight.

No one would know when the boy came,

there or not it was all the same,

classmates unsure of the boys name.

Looks never reach him cruel or kind,

eyes peering through them as if blind,

seeming to not cross others' mind.

Stuck as if a tormented ghost,

imagining life through a host,

attention's what the child wants most.