I am the ghost

i'm the ghost who walks the halls
a haunting memory since the fall
short brown hair
big hazel eyes
invisible to all
sometimes some see me
some mostly do not
thought maybe one day
some will see me
they wont let the memory fade
they will hold my hand
maybe one day i will be loved
and maybe one day i wont be a ghost
but the girl i was
in the starting of fall