Paper Thin
To be there and be paper thin, as if the moments pass through you, a ghost among a crowd. Never engaged, but an observer behind a delicate veil, only ruined by someone who reaches past it, if only someone would... Not even your weak character could resist, pathetic in your acceptance. You know you could reach out but that is just as terrifying. God damn the small shadow you exist within. Was this your actual sacrifice or something you just pretended you traded for who you are?