Living Ghost

I'm not chained
but neither unleash,
roaming around and watch
is none of my wish,
my mind is bleeding
my eyes is weeping,
sorrows of yesterday
will it be here tomorrow,
life is not always good
I know that is true,
when will I be free?
from my odd misery,
who am I meant to be?
or is this how am suppose to be?,
as much as I want to cry
my eyes is short of tears,
as much as I want to fight
I'm short of enemy to duel,
as much as I need a help
am short of friend to care,
all alone in the crowd
raising my voice aloud,
am I really here
or not suppose to be here,
life is like a cemetery
when living like a ghost.