Posted in 2016, poetry, Writing

The Living Ghost

I have seen the living ghost,

the one who appears to disappear

into the background of society

but is always watching with wanting eyes.

They look into the mirror with

Nothing but hate for their shortcomings

Which are too many to count on a hand.

They will not speak up no matter what.

Internally they scream, never to be heard.

Yes, I have seen the living ghost

And they are near these words.

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