Ghost

Ghost

You look right through me,

I am nothing. Just an object in your way.

Here I sit alone, looking, silently willing you to see.

Not worth the time of day.

I am a wanderer to escape the chains of my invisibility.

If I keep moving, there's a reason no one's there.

I am in control, take the fault on as my own.

Better this than listening to people pretend to care.

Here, a new place, a new face, a stranger unknown.

Diamond in the rough.

No one seeing the shine through the chipped and damaged seal.

Stay and try just a little longer, until I've had enough.

Questioning my value, am I even real?