A Beautiful....Lie

You can fake it if you want to, but we can all see right through you. And now we're walking away, because you asked us to. Not with words, but with your eyes. You denied the life. The light of love, and truth. But you're preaching to the choir. I've danced with death for years now. I know the games, I know the lies. You're not fooling anyone but yourself

Yet I'm back to where I always start. For a "fresh start" for the 100th time. In a house, surrounded by love, but all alone. I'm never alone, I drowned myself in music, let it take the breath from my voice and give me new meaning, because I never know where I want to start. So I just run, even if it means I have to turn back. I never run far, I always get scared. But not tonight.
(I'm only lying...you taught me how.)
I'm a missing piece, traveling the realms of beyond the mind, fishing for a chance that I surly will not take. Why? I still don't know. If you can't seem to understand me, it's because you don't know me. And neither do I. So here it is;
I'm just a ghost.
I've said it before, and I talk about these "ghosts" a lot. I write their stories, I watch them at night, I live to feel them fly. Who are they? Who I MUST be. I feel I'll never find where I should be inside. But that doesn't mean I'll stop trying.
Unlike you, I will never give up my voice. I'll always make this noise, it is my destination;
To Be Heard.

You? You only wish...to be forgotten. So in turn?
You're the ghost.