I See Ghosts ~ Z.M

This whole town thinks I'm a freak. They whisper things behind my back, though I always hear them. 'stay away from her, she's insane' 'oh look, here comes the basket case'. Whenever I walk down the street people always give me a wide berth. No one even wants to come near me. It's not like I'll hurt them, that's the last thing I want to do. I just want to be accepted. But ever since that day, I've been an outcast. All because I'm different. Because I can see what they can't. I never asked for this "gift", this curse. I never asked for the sight. I never asked to see them. The ghosts.