52-Hertz

I stand there, watching
Like an invisible entity
Corralled by people
A smile on my face barely sticking
To force myself to be equable

I think i look okay
Well, at least i’m not panicking
But, why are they
Looking past me

Strange, i ponder thus
I make more effort
To be enough
to get their attention
Yet it’s not working
My words remain stuck
Rooted to the spot
As i go by
Barely noticed

So i cocoon myself
Into my shell
Barely existing
Hardly remembered
Scarcely wanted
Excluded
Always
A
ghost