goast

what is it to walk as a goest
to be seen clearly as a blur go you burns out
to be heard as a whisper of yourself
to be talked about but nothing is known about you

to pass though the halls of hell
in a shell that was yourself
to bleed no matter your control
the worst of yourself to others

to be talked about as a monster
to be laughed at
humiliated hated and distrusted
yet no one has ever spent a hour with you

to be put and locked away in a pin
with 3000 other creatures
forced into a place a shell
that is my goest

for there is no rest
in being a goest
no pleasure
in being the nobody everybody knows