Unnoticed

I haunt the ghost that haunts me,
for I am he, moving freely.
I walk the house unheard, unseen.

I talk, no one hears,
my presence a shadow rarely noticed,
as if I weren't wanted,
as if I were unknown.
I feel like a black mark on a clean reputation~
a hindrance.

A thing that lingers,
my noise dismissed,
my chill they shake off.
I hide my anger in clenched fists.

If I stopped doing for others,
maybe then they'd notice me.
My worth would come back~
maybe.