A time
Yes, there it was, when everybody knew her, but no one really did.
Like a phantom existence.
She would speak, but would remain quiet.
Why?
Because she was afraid to remain silent, like the ones around.
But she was also one of them, how could she speak out?
Yes, it was like a phantom existence.
Like just another spirit, troubled with her past, she remained there,
So silent, trying to be loud enough for everyone to hear,
and acknowledge her presence.
But was she loud enough?
No one will ever know
Because she realized the pretence
Of everyone being a phantom
Trying to be heard.
Everyone just a spirit
Floating with troubled pasts.
Trying to be loud, with faint voices.
And everyone so focused on being heard
That none knows the need of all.
Yes, such ghosts do roam,
who look at this lot of phantoms with distrust.
They are the same, yes, they are-
But they just know the need of all.
Such a ghost she was,
Who would try to clear this mist around
And try to tell that they weren't one of her
But, she failed.
So, where did she go?
None would know.
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