I dressed in a costume, wore a mask for you.
Though uncomfortable, slightly awkward too.
I swept away these feelings to impress you.
To be excited for this day, though it wasn't just me and you.

Yet this didn't matter in the end.
When you left me to join your friends.
Conversation I attempted to create with them.
Diminished quickly- I knew I couldn't relate to them.

All the times I laughed at jokes I couldn't hope to understand.
All the time I was sitting, silent in the back of the car.
All the time I trailed behind, while you smiled and posed.
All the times I left the group due to hateful thoughts.

Allowed for this tidal wave of time and failed opportunities to develop.
Which welled up inside my brain to create a pool of hopelessness.
These feelings and thoughts were too overwhelming.
Constant loneliness and depression, which is why I went home.

Am I a ghost to you?
Invisible and inaudible.
I shout inside but I know you can't hear me.

Am I a ghost to you?
Can you see my face behind my mask?
Tears forming as I roam these lonely halls.

Cause I'm a ghost to you.
Nothing more than a tag-along.
As I fade into the crowd behind me.
You aren't concerned, so you carry on without me.
Cause I'm a ghost to you.
Is that all that I'll ever be?
To you?

Please don't think I resent you at all.
It's your friendship I appreciate the most.
But I guess for now things will remain the same.
With me as little more, than a lonely ghost.

I wish I had the courage to read you my letter.