I am  an invisible ghost know one noticed
Feels like I’m  by myself left deserted.
Not many others to converse with,
Its like I don’t even exist.
I’m like a graveyard shift, 
That people choose to avoid.
No knows the sound of my voice.
Nothing I can do, its not my choice.
They see  a physical appearance that takes up space.
They don’t know my name, all they see is a empty face.
To black people I’m soccer,
No matter hard I try to be noticed, I will remain unpopular.