I am a zombie.

This half-life holds no appeal for me,

I am the zombie trying to starve itself to death.

But since I am already dead,

I cannot die.

No matter what I do,

I am cursed to wander this way.

Alone and afraid,

without the comfort of relief.

The pain has followed me,

it is my constant companion.

My only companion,

in this swirling world of darkness.

I see flashes of my old life,

my life before I became a zombie.

But they pass quickly,

too quickly to grasp.

No one notices that I am a zombie,

I am a zombie with acting skills.

To see me is to see a human girl,

not the zombie I have become.

To hide my existence I play a part,

I let them think I am normal.

They think I am like them,

that I feel happiness.

But no life flows through my body,

just a terrible emptiness.

An emptiness I would not wish on another,

I will stay this way to protect everybody.

I will stay hidden from detection,

a fairy tale monster found only in nightmares.

To let them see me for what I am,

would bring no relief for me.

Only more pain would come from it,

pain for others besides myself.

I cannot allow that to happen,

I alone will feel this curse.

For it will do me no harm,

I am a zombie.