Mystery in Mourning

Some days I wonder just how he's able to walk about unnoticed. In a town of color, he's black and white. He stands out more than a bright red sign in the middle of a plain, white wall. Yet, no one seems to know he's here, let alone who he is. They make me seem insane, acting out as though I'm making him up, but I'm not! I swear he's real… He has to be! My mind wouldn't make such horrible jokes!.. Right?
I swear, I'm not psychotic…