Ghost

You treat me like a ghost!
As if you can't see me.
Just like I'm invisible,
Just like you can't see.
So you continue too ignore me.
As if everything's just fine.
But things have been said,
And now there is a line.
I'm too scared to cross it.
I'm not sure of what you'd say.
But going from what the others have said...
You're just waiting for the day.
Just give me a little sign,
Then away with line we'd be.
But for this all to happen,
It's me you'll have too see.
You know that I'm right there,
You choose too have a blind eye.
But until can see me,
To this line we will be tied.
©Odd