Ghost

everywhere I look,
all the places that I go,
every face that I see,
seem to say no.

no one wants to know.
no one wants to care.
I am a ghost.
I am not really there.

every now and then,
someone walks my way,
they smile sympathetically,
and utter a small "hey".

but then they leave,
and I am alone.
no one to know me,
no one of my own.

I am left to myself.
wondering through my life,
doing what I must,
against the hurt and strife.

I am a ghost.
I am not really here.
all I have is pain,
all I know is fear.

copy righted 2001

By Casey West