My Life as a Ghost
This is what you realize,
that all the while
you thought ghosts haunted you,
you were the ghost,
more haunting than real,
a thing of vague fear,
intimidating,
silent,
even as you spoke.
About this poem
I have come to understand that some people will never understand me, while others will.
Why this is, and what to do about it has been more of a mystery. But I know it is true.
The picture is of a piece of art whose name I failed to find on the installation. The artwork is actually video projected onto a piece of frosted glass, leaving a lovely, otherworldly image. The figure stood still, while behind it, faint, oh so faint, waves broke on a silent background.
Tom
Quarry House 
It is a strange feeling, to feel like a ghost. Sometimes I feel people see me but don’t. They listen but don’t hear. Sometimes it’s ok, if they don’t it is their loss. I like this poem, I understand it.
It certainly sounds like you DO understand it. Sending blessings and prayers.