I cannot walk through my life
Without seeing them- guys and girls,
Silently calling, crying out
To be noticed. They think they are normal;
I say they are not. They are empty,
Hollow- shadows and ghosts.
Their silent cries, falling on the deaf ears
Around them, reveal to me who they are-
Dead, outsiders. They cannot escape reality,
So they close it out, huddling themselves
In the illusions of who they pretend to be.