I sit and watch,
The world go by,
A spectator,
A ghost.
I sit and watch
The people go by,
I am invisible to them,
And I don't know why.
I know I exist,
A soul; a heart.
I know I am here,
But their eyes don't see me,
Blank as they are,
They move lifelessly on
As though they don't exist
To each other either.
©The Last Letter