Just a ghost

Is my life worth it?

Like truly, if I was gone tomorrow

Would it matter?

Would anything sift?

Or would the world just keep turning

Like it never even noticed I was here

Sometimes I wonder if anyone

Actually needs me,

Or if they  just got used to me being around

Like background music

They stopped listening to a long time ago.

I try to speak.

Not just talk, but really say whats on my chest.

But it feels like im screaming underwater.

Like im waving,

But everyones too busy to look up.

So I smile.

Laugh when im supposed to.

Say “im fine”

Even when it feels like my whole world

Is collapsing in slow motion.

Its easier that way.

Less awkward.

Less exhausting.

And I think,

If I just disappeared

Would they be sad?

Or just.. mildly inconvenienced?

Like “damn, that sucks”

Then go back to their scheduled lives.

Because most days

I feel see-through.

Not invisible exactly,

But not really here either.

Just a ghost,

Pretending to be a person

Whos got it all together.

-Angelica Dsouza

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