You can not hear what I speak,
You can not see what I seek.
I am an ugly ghost in my mind,
Rude to myself; to others, pretty kind.

You have the sight, not the eye
You see me, you don’t recognize
The faint sense of illusion,
That blurs the lonely delusion

When you speak to me
I am the human you see
Like the photon in the double slit
Acting differently when not in sight

The day I say who I am
Will break the mental jam
And make me lose my mind
But I am afraid to be that kind

I was dead a while ago
Alive through the soul and ego
The acceptance is hard 
nowhere around me to find

What killed me has flourished
moved on to be cherished
And I am left here to be seen and heard
but only a ghost to be called