Quiet and proven to be unknown
I have no name and I am all alone
Sitting in the back of the classroom as I watch the humans speak
Loneliness is all I know and darkness is what I seek
Sometimes I wish to be like them, so pretty and alive
But I could never be like them and how they carry out their life
My strange desires would scare them all way
My words are unheard no matter what I say
If I left this earth no one would notice or care
If anything I am a waste of space, it would better if I wasn’t there
I am the ghost upon the living soul
I am so unneeded and I am so cold
Unnoticed, ignored and left in pain
I’m quiet, frustrated and insane
I don’t count and I am nothing like I am supposed to be
I have no name and the beautiful beings will never know me
This class room ghost seems to be with well nature and a lovely dream in mind.... liked it
Well I believe you are one important ghost. Being pretty doesnot give you a heart. You are a great story teller and have something I bet many wish they had. Remember that! Keep up the great work. Thank You
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing poem that I can relate too