Like a Ghost

I'm just a ghost in this place, made of flesh and bone though I have a friendly face I still feel so alone. I walk by people every day, but rarely do they see beyond the flaws and race of skin the things that make me, me... But people unfairly judge, they don't try to understand but a rainbow never does the colors unite strand by strand. Nature works hand in hand, when people rarely do it's time you start to understand buy yourself a clue.