The Invisible Kid

Everyday I walk these
hallowed halls never to
be seen by others for they
only ignore me and never
acknowledge my presents.
I try to fit in the best anyone
ever could and still I am
invisible. Am I dead?
Am I just a ghostly figure
walking around and no one
can see me? What is the
purpose of my life? Is it just
to hide in the shadows and
take up space? If I died
who would come to my
funeral? Who would even
know I was gone for no one
that walks these hallowed halls
seem to know my even existence.
So here I am all alone for no
one can see me I must walk
these hallowed halls until my death.