I sometimes feel.. invisible.
U"nknown.
That I am only seen when I want to.
This is how I feel.
Ghost.
That's what I am.
No one would know if it's there unless it wants itself to be known.
Ghost.
Invisible, but existing.
Ghost.
A word that I relate to.
Ghost.
Slowly losing yourself for a singular or multitude of purposes.
Ghost: questioning "Who or what am I?" while forgetting what you were.
Ghost.
Becoming a singular thing.
Ghost.
What I've become.
YOU ARE READING
poetry and stuff
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems unrelated to the ones toward Sam. This also includes some stories from my ELA class. This is usually based on simple words or prompts. - Begun: November 8th, 2017 Ended: TBA
