The Ghost in the Room

Here I sit
The ghost in the room

I don’t fit in
So ignore me
I speak
Kids laugh
Adults ignore

I know you see me
I know you hear me
But I don’t exist for you
Because I am unquantifiable

I don’t fit into your categories
Your philosophies
Your shoeboxes
Your pigeonholes

I am something more

You don’t understand me
Comprehend me
Include me
So you ignore me
Hoping I will fade

Good little ghost
Fade away


-Laura Brumback, August 8, 2012