There's more to me than what meets the eye,
But no one cares to see it.
I'm just a ghost who cannot fly,
It's what it is, so be it.
I wish I wasn't invisible.
I wish I didn't cry,
Bust my life is unlivable,
From the past I left behind.
I walk among the human beings,
Unnoticed and unheard.
I watch all their dramatic scenes,
Without speaking a word.
But someday, someday I will fly,
Above the stars in the sky
Great poem Shyana...we all feel like ghosts sometimes...thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ata girl, you want to be a ghost writer huh? I like it.