at my old playground
where everything is silent
I wear my white shirt
and my feathered hat
rust spreads through the metal
the grass carpet worn out of touch
no children have ever come here so far
I\'m alone and happy
by the bridge over the swimming pools
staring at myself on the water
I wave hi to myself
and the ripples waved back
I have my grey slippers on
and my yellow shorts
I bathe in the pool and no one is watching
I\'m relieved
with my blue shirt and black shorts
through the garden there are people coming by
I hide behind the tree if sweet mangoes
unnoticed and unbothered, I sigh and retreat
this clubhouse is my safespace
where no one will ever find me
and judge me for being me
I just want to be free... and happy
through the ocean of crowds
I am a ghost
when alone and unbothered
I am me at the fullest