The Ghost

This poem was made by @lucandsurprise and @ell

I walk these crowded streets every day and every night
I walk with the living, yet I am out of sight
sometimes I find others like me
there scars and deformities are clear to see
we are the ones you fear so much
Yet one day you will be one of us
roaming freely
never seeking love
never asking for much,
we are the shadows watching you when you sleep
we are the ones that creep
around your house in the dead of night
sometimes we scare sometimes we excite
but there is always the question lingering in our mind
will we ever find
the way out of our hell
but the answers, nobody can tell