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Saturday, January 29, 2005


Ghost
I try to speak out,
but my voice is drowned out
in the ignorant chaos
of their self-obsession.
They never listen
to my constant cries
for aknowledgment.
They are blinded
by the seductive pull
of conformity.
I feel as if I am dead to them,
no more than a ghost,
the empty room that once belonged
to "that guy" they used to know.
So now, I will sit in this vacant room,
and adjust to this cold feeling
of solitude.
And I will continue to cry out,
hoping that someone...
anyone...
will be kind enough to listen,
and hear my persistant screams
and aknowledge my existence
as a ghost,
who's only desire
is to be heard.

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