Ghost In the Crowd

I see it almost every day People passing by each other Crossing paths without connection Criss-crossing up and down Almost like an escalator at the mall. Here I stand against the snow-white wall Just glancing and watching people Going about their business As they go about life. They keep moving up and down Yet there are instances That there is a click Almost like linking keychains together When I see good old friends chatting As they walk and sip smoothies. I wonder what it's like to have that To just talk silly things and drink smoothies On a lovely spring day, yet why does it seem cloudy When I look around and see nobody beside me Nor anyone taking notice of being there. No matter where I go in public To my favorite hangs and haunts Nobody seems to recognize me Nor acknowledge I'm there Almost like they don't see me Am I just invisible to them? When I try to raise my voice To let them know I'm here Their voices swallow my own I try to step out to show But they pass through me. Why does nobody know I'm here? Why can't they see me? Why won't they notice me? Why won't they speak to me? Why won't they acknowledge me? No matter what I try It goes unnoticed by all As they keep walking Chatting amongst themselves Without seeing me at all. Is there nobody to stop Even for awhile to look my way? To acknowledge that I'm here? To lend a hand or strike a conversation? Why won't they stop for me? Is this the only path for me? Am I doomed with this curse To be shrouded from the world Just a ghost in the crowd?