I’m taught to follow, to do what everyone expects me to do.
I’m merely a ghost living in the shadows of others that has walked before me.
Never free, never able to just be me.
I’m just a ghost living in the shadows.

I’ve always thought I could handle it,
The feeling of emptiness,
of helplessness,
Never being able to open up to anyone,
Never told anyone how helpless and empty I feel,
Having the feeling of never being able to be happy with myself and with my life,
I end up being angry at myself for not trusting people,
But how could I trust people when it’s the people whom hurt me in the first place,
The people whom make me feel invisible,
The people whom make me think I’m worthless… a nothing,
People whom make me think I’m someone who doesn’t deserve happiness,
And I’m not sure I can keep it up for much longer,
Maybe I can’t handle it.