I am not seen 

And I am not heard 

But I am not a ghost

You see 

And I suppose 

This is a little 

Complicated

I am seen 

And I am heard

Quite a lot

And though 

It is my voice 

and my face

It is not me

And therein 

Lies

The problem 

For who is it

They see

And hear

And where Indeed

Am I 

Other than somewhere 

Inside my

Head

Not hiding 

And yet quite 

Present 

Watching 

Maybe peeping 

From behind the curtain

Whilst the other 

Part of me 

plays the game 

And entertains 

And goes through 

The motions

And you see the 

Thing is 

No one ever really notices 

It’s not me 

And I suppose 

Once you play the role

For long enough

The role becomes 

You and 

You

Become it 

At least as a facade 

And I just wonder 

If they cut me open

Whether 

A quite different 

Little boy

Might step out

Before vanishing 

From the world 

Completely