Sometimes I feel I am not there
And those I'm with are not aware
Of how much I do not care
If they notice where
My mind has taken me.
Those around me fade away,
And memories I hide find
There way into my mind
How I wish I could leave it all behind.
Like ghosts they haunt me
The the things I've done
The wrongs I claim, the things undone.
I wonder at times if my presence fades
I become transparent, an image made
Of ice or glass, invisible, my true self fading
Into the guilt and shame I feel,
Wondering if I am truly real.