absence,how dreadful.

You enter a room ,with all the people ,but when you start speaking,these people makes you think you are dead. 
For a moment,you actually think that you're not even alive.Nothing is happening,all of a sudden,everyone lives in a muted world.
It is like as if you're a ghost,a soul who is not capable of knowing they're dead ,because when your body died,your soul wander alone,no human beings could communicate with you,to whisper in your ear that you are no longer one of them.
People see right through you,like you're not even there.You will never be like the wind, known by its effects, 
though you could possibly be mistaken for the wind when you blow through a room.
You can stamp your feet or even walk through the walls,but nobody will see you do it.A wee bit of chaos you did,to re-assured that you are there,that you're still alive,but somehow ended up you being all frantic about everything.
All to no avail.
 How dreadful it is when It somehow binds you to a spot,you’re not there, but you belong to the place.
You don’t exist, but there you are, and there’s no place else for you.
Maybe you don't,in fact,exist.
Something you’d never expect in life, this shunning, this banishment, this invisibility.
What a relief to finally occupy places where no one lingers,so you go out and seek for places you won't have to feel invisible.
Living this underside kind of life does have its peaceful appeal,you supposed.
You believe it or justified in believing it,so it goes with you wherever you go.
Thus this shunning becomes a kind of deathly binding, even if you are always turning the petrified side of your heart toward it, it drains something of your life away. All that spectral tapping while you are screaming I am here I’m alive I’m alive. 
Who’d have thought a tomb could be made from someone’s disregard.