A Long Lost Feeling

Ghosts

There's more to me
Than what meets the eye;
I am so much more
Than anything you could ever know
Or See
By looking at me.
If you knew anything about be,
You'd know that I am no longer paying attention to you.
The only sounds I hear
Are the voices in my head,
The shrill voices
That belong in hell.
You probably think I'm looking right at you,
But I'm actually looking straight through.
I feel sometimes
That I'm surrounded by ghosts,
That I am the only tangible person left