Day 2 of Napowrimo. Prompt is to write a poem that ends on a question.

I wear my best invisible reflection
through the mirror
read the invitation
and show to the party
44 minutes too late
I whisper hello but they laugh
loud voices absorbing my energy
so I wave and try and try
to fit myself into conversations
about nothing I relate to
but their circle has no room
for a square like me
and nobody hears me try
nobody meets my gaze
they walk right through me
I cling to the wall fearing the worst
wondering:
Are they angry with me?
Or am I, have I always been,
just a ghost?