She is a ghost
Nobody ever sees her
She screams at the top of her lungs
In the middle of a crowded room
And no one even looks up
She will hide in a corner crying
She is trapped in a different dimension
Caught between
One quiet and complete
The other wild and full of life
She will walk among the living
But feel dead inside
Torn between two worlds
She runs back and forth
Thirsty for the attention of just one person
One mortal to understand her, to love her
One person to save her
She was only a fifteen
