When I was born, my parents did not know. I was a fleeting thought, that they let slip by. I must be invisible I came to imagine. I am a ghost that walks amongst the shadows, seldom seen but always felt. People claim to have caught a glimpse, yet never do they say hello. They can walk right through me, blinded by greedy self-worth and never be any wiser. "Open your eyes!" I would often shout, yet they could not see me and became only more fearful of the world around them. I suppose I must accept my fate. I am indeed invisible. I am a ghost.

- k