Mind Ghosts

     There are two types of people in my world.  People who see ghosts and people who don't.  When someone see's ghosts they have this look in they're eyes, as if they are seeing more than you.  When you look at them you feel odd, but that feeling diminishes almost entirely after a short while, and that person is accepted.  Usually.  They become accepted as in: they are accepted as human.  

     Then there are people who don't see ghosts.  They are everyone from outcasts to the 'in crowd' and everyone in between.  But finally we come to beings like me.  Before when I said that there are two types of people I forgot to mention the kinds like myself.  That's because I don't consider myself human, oh, I have a heart, and a brain, I even have feelings.  It's not like I'm dead or anything.  I'm not a lost soul like you are lead to believe about Us.  We know our place, we can be compared to ghosts in a human body I think.  At least, that's how I think of it.  

     I don't just merely see the dead, I feel them.  Their pain and joys and lives.  They walk through or pass me as they move.  They caress my cheeks and reach out their cold hands to grab me, sometimes it's so bad, so amazingly bad, that it physically hurts.  They don't all mean to hurt me, but they do.  Every single one grasping at me, pulling at my hair, begging me for mercy.  Telling me their story and their heart brakes, wailing their grievances like I'm some high placed anarchy that can fix them.  And maybe in a way I am.  

     How can I decide it?  How do they expect me to?  Why am I the only one that I know that can pass them on?  Why was I left, because I certainly am not the greatest, I am not the worst either.  I am average in my work, but I am slipping.  In my mind I see things.  Things that shouldn't be there, not to say that the ghosts should be seen, but at least I have no doubt of their existence in this world.  I am plagued and I know it, and as soon as I am plagued I am marked.  This is the beginning stages of madness.  How do I know?  They all had it before me, I assumed that I had more time because of our immense age differences.  But I was apparently wrong.  The MInd Ghosts have begun their corrosion.