Such A Shame

They walk by you but you'll never know,

The real them that they cannot show.

Like ghosts to walls, they walk through you.

But you'll never see,

Their true necessities.

And such a shame that may be,

To never witness that gut twisting beauty.

Such a ghost of a thought.

Watching you.

Such a ghost of a being,

And in the walls it'll sway through.

Your gut and that ghost,

Living together inside,

Avoiding the coasts.

Do you really know someone?

Do you really get it?

Watching you. Testing you. Being you.

Through the walls, through and through.

Such a shame,

That is not known.

Such a shame,

Just a shadow and no bone.

A haunting you probably feel.

A haunting that promises as it kneels.

You could never know the creepy crawlies of your love,

Because maybe then when push comes to shove- you'd shove.

Or maybe then, the shame becomes welcomed.

The ghosts exist with as residents.

Honesty makes the gut turn and the blood pump.

The truth you hope to finally be past-tense,

The truth to swallow- a large lump.

So shame? Or guilt? Or knowledge?

Such of that may be,

Such of that live hauntingly.

The more that it aches,

The more it must exist with.

They walk by you and hopefully you know,

All that they wish to not show.