Ghost

I am just an invisible force, a shadow

Only capable of affecting what knows I'm there.

If I were to be ignored I could still do damage,

Wreak havoc,

Make an impact.

Is it worth it?

If I'm not noticed, not recognized am I alive?

Do I still exist?

Some stare right through me to the depth I possess,

To the core of my soul.

I have a soul right?

I don't know,

It is hidden to me.

The usual implications that derive from consciousness have failed me.

He doesn't see me.

He doesn't see my wanting, anxiety, loneliness.

How can I be so lonely in a sea of people,

A crowd of living beings.

I'm a ghost, even to myself.

Please tell me what you truly think of this poem. It has deeper meaning than just the context words so try and read it more than once. I feel like an English teacher (lol).