Ghost

I thought I would have to hide my scars,
But they shine in broad daylight, and still, nobody sees them.
It's as if I am a ghost.
I stand in front of a people,
My shattered frame's fragments piercing those who stand closely,
Yet they still say I am not broken.
I starve,
But they don't see my ribcage.
I kill,
But they don't see the blood.
I sob,
But they don't see the bloodshot eyes.
I lie,
And they believe me too well.
I tell you,
I am a ghost,
For a thousand hands have been pushed through me,
Yet no one can touch me,
(Not like they once could)
And no one can truly see me.