I sit behind you, doing the work.
I walk in front of you, going on with my day.
I sit next to you at the table, eating my dinner.
But do you notice me?
No.
I am just a ghost to you.
Something that doesn't exist.
The girl you talk to during class,
The girl you walk next to,
The girl you eat with,
She's an imposter.
Stealing my life while I sit by the sidelines, letting her take it because something is holding me back.
It's slowly killing me.
And no one can see.
Or no one wants to see?
It pokes at my skin with razors.
It's telling me "don't eat, you fatass!"
It rides my emotions like a roller coaster, screaming with joy and pain.
It says "everyone hates you."
It's torturing me.
And no one wants to see what it's doing to me.
So I let the girl steal my life.
My family, friends, everyone would be much happier with her.
And when I died,
My grave said suicide.
