I wanted to love
And be loved
To be seen and heard
Now I know
These things
Are Not for one
Such as me
I stay on the fringes
Haunting a house
I have never lived in
A tired ghost
Forever longing
For the life
That never was
Not knowing my
Death had already come
To me in my
Sleep long ago
I reach out my hands
And find nothing
People passing through me
As if I were mist
Acknowledging me
With a mere shiver
Forever bound to life
Yet never living
Searching for something
I can never know
Finding it yet
Never possessing it
Always fighting the urge
To become the poltergeist
Throwing tantrums
To punish those who
Live the life
I have always wanted
