The Ghost In Me

They were brushing me for always Touching without me ever knowing Like a shadow without voices who say Or perhaps I’m not the one listening Ghostly to only remain Never a hinder... never the sign A difference for when life’s the same Yet to factor... might just be the dishonest design Have I not chose to notice... Would they have appeared? Yet, isn’t life forever unpolished? If not much more to be simply weird The ghost in me to never speak For the voice in me is forever at peace The being of me if not too weak Yet when is life I know at its ease Have they not touch me for always? Of course I’m never bothering Simply a shadow voiceless to say Perhaps I’m now the one listening