I am a hallucination to others, an image fleeting, a voice like a ghost, a forgotten past.
I am a never was, an impossible thought, an unrealized concept, an implied human.
I can’t join the human race. I won’t. Try to make me and watch my unrecognizable visage be a wisp of smoke gone before you knew there was a flame to be extinguished.
Should I become a part of the invisible you thought you saw the last time you drove past an intersection. You avoided eye contact, but it won’t be me. I won’t be there…I will have been long gone.
I haven’t received the justice or the punishment I’ve deserved. So the haze that exists in this limbo is my home.
Why do you insist I am here when you don’t recognize anything about me? Can you not see the pain? Do you not sense the futility? Has your empathy reached its limit, which is anything beyond your limited, myopic vision?
Am I the least of these that you’ve heard tell of, or just a weak human with no business breathing your air? I really want to know.
You said you were my friend but you are gone and I am here. Did I hurt you? Did I drive you away? Did I resist your out stretched hand? I did so because I had no choice, but you did.