I am the sad ghost boy
I follow the living
Unafraid of consequence
Unnoticed by the world
As my teary eyes gaze upon them
I am the lonely dead boy
I stay so invisible
Walking behind the boy
Wandering down his path
As my presence is not noticed by him
I am the afraid forgotten boy
I was once yelled at
Now i am dead and gone
Not ever being yelled at
As I wander free like the winter mist