Forgotten

I am a ghost. Nobody can see ghosts. So nobody can see me.

I walk like a ghost. I scare many people and am forgotten. Like and unlike a ghost.

But maybe I'm not a ghost. Just invisible. I can't blame anybody for being invisible. I get it. You got your own life, your own friends, your own way of thinking. Totally understandable. But, again, maybe you should fear this ghost.

I am a ghost. Nobody can see ghosts. So nobody can see me.

I can see you. I can hear you. And I know all of your petty secrets.

You forget me, so I listen. You tell me (but not me exactly) the juiciest pieces. I love it.

I am a ghost. Unseen. Unheard. And I love it.