A Collection of Words

The Room

I walk around the room as a ghost stuck in a daze, alone with only my thoughts for company.

A quick glance around the room reveals that I've seen everyone yet I haven't seen everyone. I don't know them.

In my perspective, I have no one. In their perspective, I have everyone. They don't know me.

I don't talk to them, I can't speak. I'm a ghost.

They hardly see me.
They hardly hear me.
They hardly like me.

A pretence of love, I believe. Why would they approve of me. Why would they like me. Why would they acknowledge me.

Or a pretence of my mind, I wouldn't know.