No one looked in my direction
There was no one around me.
I started to wonder if I was really there,
Or if I was maybe dreaming.

Everything felt right.
Everything felt wrong.
The world felt off balance,
Maybe I was never here after all.

Then when I thought about it,
It kind of made sense.
I hadn't had direct eye contact with someone
Since falling on my head.

Maybe I hit my head in the wrong way,
And I started slowly dying.
Maybe I was dead already,
And that's why I've been ignored all this time.

Maybe in the real world
I was being taken to the hospital,
People crying all around me,
Or maybe no one.

I convinced myself, I really did,
It seemed like people were walking through me.
I sat there waiting for another ghost
To burst in and start explaining.

But until they came
I was left to doubt.
I can't be dead.

So all this time I've been wrong.
I've always imagined ghosts differently,
With a light blue glow,
But apparently they've looked normal all along.

"Kelli?" She said, I turned around.
My name's still being called, I'm still a sound.
Being so stupid after all this time.
How come I had assumed I had died?

A/N

My real name sounds much better with the poem.

Well, yeah, this actually happened in gym, and I did kinda, maybe, convince myself I was a ghost for a second there, and started writing this poem.

It scared me.

It actually felt like people were walking through me, and all the facts did seem pretty aligned.

- The last time I came into eye contact waa when I fell.
- People seemed to be walking through me.
- No one responded when I called a name.

xD I'm laughing so hard rn, it's just so ridiculous.

Tho the poem does sound pretty depressing.

I'm
Fineeee.