I sit listening
not wishing to disruptor be noticed.
A physical ghost,
walking about noiseless
terrifying when recognized
for what I truly am.
Is it better to hide?
A shadow of what once was
to enable what truly is?
Or am I truly a lie,
a fiction to myself,
unable and unwilling
to contribute
to them;
to me.
I sit listening,
wondering if this is how
I and we
are meant to be.
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