Ghost in a Shell
A Poem
Life is hell
I’m just a ghost in a shell
No one to know me
No one to tell
My story to
Because they can’t relate
Is this my fate
To wander this earth
Always looking for what I’m worth
A horde of questions
Coming from every direction
The few that I find like me make me happy
Until life separates us
Aping an existence
That long ago I felt lost in
What am I doing here
Should I even be here
Is this why I can’t stay in one place
Always a stranger with a familiar face
No place to call my own
A place to call home
With friends of my own
I have my family
So I know I exist
But at other times
I wonder am I really here
Or am I just somewhere else
Imagining what it would have been like
What it be like
To exist in the life of others
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This was extremely relatable! Loved your poem!
The essence of evanescence. (In other words, I can relate.)