I sit in a crowed place
surrounded by people
yet I am alone
sitting with friends
yet still in solitude
am I that different
I am seen and heard
acknowledged not
every now and then incite a smile
across the room I see eyes
but they look away as quick
a smile is nothing anymore
darkness in a world of light
such misery within a grin
the living ghost
do they really see me
just drifting through life
forever unnoticed
Saturday, March 05, 2005
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