My friends all seem to be noticed,
They have prom dates and boyfriends,
Their Social Media is ripe with new people every day.
They are popular.

I am but a shadow in their midst.

My family all seem to be fortunate,
With their big companies and job success,
And their test victories and general triumph.
They are successful.

I am but a disaster among them.

My community blossoms with life and fun,
But yet, it shrivels away under my touch,
For fear I bring tragedy upon all things I lay my fingers on.

So I stay in my shadows,
I accept my disasters.

I am but a ghost amid the world.