.Ghost and All.

I've felt like a stranger

Wherever I went

Every step I took I was unknown

And I've come to terms with it.

The ghost.

Who just lingers around

close enough to hear every word

But far enough that my presence is forgotten

That I'm forgotten.

I'm used to it though.

Learned to keep my hopes real low.

And my words to myself.

For they will not be heard

Over the millions of voices that work their hardest to smother mine.

But It's ok.

I've learned how to trail along

Close

but not too close

in fear that I'll be remembered

for a split second

and pulled into a joke that goes over my head

because its a joke about me.

I don't mind it much anymore

Sometimes I think it's better to be in the shadows

To be out of the loop

To just exist in a time that I only know of

Sometimes its just better to be a ghost