\"I\" am Ghosted
The people I look, I see, I view,
in front, behind, below, and top to.
The noises they make I can clearly hear,
in my own bubble, they won\'t come near.
Unguided forces adjust their movements flow,
they zip around me never come near where I go.
Like a ghost I watch, I listen, and avoid their touch,
I\'m a figment to imagination, and live as such.
I keep to myself and not a conversation each day,
mirrors, walls, and the air they hear what I say.
Secluded in my bubble I float through life\'s hell,
love myself, hate myself, demean and degrade as well.
I am a shadow, a breeze, a \"what was that\" moment had,
coasting through life my mind within a suicides pad.
I\'m white walled, locked in, tied hugging myself,
ghosted to the world given no purpose or wealth.
\"He\" is Ghosted
The people he look, he see, he views,
in front, behind, below, and top to.
The noises they make he can clearly hear,
in his own bubble, they won\'t come near.
Unguided forces adjust their movements flow,
they zip around him never come near where he goes.
Like a ghost he watches, he listens, and avoids their touch,
he\'s a figment to imagination, and live as such.
He keeps to himself and not a conversation each day,
mirrors, walls, and the air they hear what he does say.
Secluded in his bubble he floats through life\'s hell,
loves himself, hates himself, demeans and degrades as well.
He is a shadow, a breeze, a \"what was that\" moment had,
coasting through life his minds within a suicides pad.
He\'s white walled, locked in, tied hugging himself,
ghosted to the world given no purpose or wealth.
\"She\" is Ghosted
The people she looks, she sees, she views,
in front, behind, below, and top to.
The noises they make she can clearly hear,
in her own bubble, they won\'t come near.
Unguided forces adjust their movements flow,
they zip around her never come near where she goes.
Like a ghost she watches, she listens, and avoids their touch,
she\'s a figment to imagination, and live as such.
She keeps to herself and not a conversation each day,
mirrors, walls, and the air they hear what she does say.
Secluded in her bubble she floats through life\'s hell,
loves herself, hates herself, demeans and degrades as well.
She is a shadow, a breeze, a \"what was that\" moment had,
coasting through life her minds within a suicides pad.
She\'s white walled, locked in, tied hugging herself,
ghosted to the world given no purpose or wealth.
\"They\" are Ghosted
The people they look, they see, they view,
in front, behind, below, and top to.
The noises other\'s make, they can clearly hear,
in their own bubbles, they won\'t come near.
Unguided forces adjust other movements flow,
they zip around them, never come near where they go.
Like ghosts they watch, they listen, and avoid other\'s touch,
they\'re a figment to imagination, and live as such.
They keep to themself and not a conversation each day,
mirrors, walls, and the air they hear what they say.
Secluded in their bubbles they float through life\'s hell,
love their self, hates their self, demean and degrade as well.
They\'re shadows, breezes, and \"what was that\" moments had,
coasting through life their minds within a suicides pad.
They\'re white walled, locked in, tied hugging their self,
ghosted to the world given no purpose or wealth.