Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a ghost?
Trapped, to be only be seen as dangerous
Or to not be seen at all?
Imagine, watching people live their life
Laughing and loving
Without a glance in your direction
Slowly, slowly being forgotten
Until you're not even there
It's sad, yes
Painfully real
You're really only there
When you have something they "need"
A tool, at best
And I think, What's the point of this?
To be used over and over
Without any true feelings of gratitude
It's sad, really
To not feel like a human at all
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My Poems
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've recently started writing. Some about me or my life, others are about fandoms. I'll let you figure it out #53 - overthinking
