I am a ghost who walks among you

But is never seen.

Who speaks

But is never heard.

Who writes

But is never read.

My words fall onto the paper

But no ear hears the sound,

My voice calls out to you

But you don’t read my lips.

My words are unworthy of your attention,

My voice undeserved of your time.

Even this you will never read.

But I still write!

I am told a writer writes to be read

But if I am never read am I really a writer?

Or am I a ghost,

A ghostwriter?