More like me

Sometimes I don’t feel real

As though people can’t see me

They look through me like a ghost

And I don’t question their sanity.

Sometimes I don’t feel real

And my friends laugh without me

I think there’s something wrong

But my body won’t move to help me.

Sometimes I don’t feel real

All alone in the back of the bus

I stare at myself in the window

But I don’t see a reflection.

Sometimes I don’t feel real

And I don’t know what to do

Do I see a doctor?

Or will he not see me too?