Ignored

title should say all.

Knowing that I am alone.
I know that no one likes me.
I know that I likes no one.
Because they act like I'm not here.
No matter what I do.
They won't peek an eye toward my direction

Will I accept them if they're being friendly?
no no no
Will they accept me if I act like them.
No no no.
No matter where I am
They went along to do whatever they want to do.
As if I'm a ghost.

Even my parents don't pay any attention.
They just watch tv.
I cried myself to sleep every night.
It's a struggle to pick up even the lightest thing.
For I am too weak,
When I think of something moving.
It moves.
When I do that in front of my parents
they cry,

Guessing that means they cry in fear.
I went to the mall.
A small pale teen girl.
Looks at me.
Everything changed.
I went to her.
"Finally, no one's ignoring me!"

"People are ignoring you,
because you're dead.
Nothing but a ghost
you are."
Her small lips opened and closed
as she talked.

The words hit me like
an mammoth sized bullet.
I'm dead, and ignored.
I looked around
found my dead corpse.
Rotting and ignored.

Author's Note

Was VERY bored while making this.

Reviews

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

Beautiful, sad, depressing. I think the sad part is really what makes it beautiful.

[Perfect Mistake]

If you were VERY bored making this then good things come out when your bored. Great poem, i liked every stanaz.

[Wolfwind]

Well, if boredom creates such a stunning visual flow as what you have crafted here. I saw you should bottle up that boredom and take a swig of it when ever you need a good poem to pour forth. Nicely penned. It takes us into the thoughts of isolation, dream and reality all in one mixture.

Great Ink!
Aaron